Auntie was born.
Isn't she, like, the cutest?
Cutest what I'm not sure, but the cutest.
I still don't know what to make of Auntie at times, as you can see by this photo. I still bark at her when she comes in. She doesn't like it. She thinks I am telling her to go away, but really, I am telling her that I am happy to see her. I think she doesn't translate woofie very well.
Happy Birthday Auntie!