As promised, Shelley sent photos of Chase meeting Paul G. and Cynnie. Paul just hovered over Chase stroking him. Paul’s wife Sally fled and missed the photo op. Cynnie said, “I’ll pick him up for the photo.” Shelley said, “You might not want to do that.” Oops! Too late. So, he has breezed through their lives — leaving first thing in the morning — and they are asking, “Who was that wild man?” (Do you think I need a signed photo release from Cynnie?)
Too bad you raised such a standoffish little man. Teehee. He knows how to use that tongue doesn’t he. Love that personality.
Hurray, Chase will soon be home!
If only we lived closer so I could get slobbered on regularly . . .
If I thought Chase would do that to me, I would pick him up in a second. 🙂