I am doing my best not to let him know this, though. I appear to be quite stern in matters of naptime and discipline, but it's really a show. Last night, Dad and I went out for dessert. We were sitting in big comfy leather chairs. Ben was sitting in my chair off to the side. As I was trying to eat my sticky toffee pudding (yum!), he kept pulling on my sweater and smiling at me. It was one of those moments where you say to yourself, "I really love you and you are all mine."
This week, we're all heading up to Scotland to visit Joe. Joe and I rented a pet friendly cabin in Lossiemouth that is right on the water. I can't wait to see all of the places he's been telling me about. We're going to take a drive to Loch Ness and visit the highlands as well. I hope Joe doesn't try to talk in a bad Scottish accent the whole time. I may need to remind him that he is not Braveheart. He's already bought some "knickers" pants. I fear a kilt may be next.
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