Dear Sweet Roo,
I love watching you play outside with your brother. I wish I still had that much free time to still play tag and bask out in the sunshine. Instead I am inside cleaning house, to your dismay (and me, too.) I know that you dislike this so, because I can't stop to rub your little pink belly as I walk by the couch with my rubber gloves. You rollover as a temptation, but I go onward to take on the shower doors. Though I cringe when I have to clean toilets (especially when living with a boy... 'nuff said), you and Little Big Brother dislike vacuuming the best. You stand like a deer in the headlights as you watch it emerge from the closet, and then run away at any sudden movement. Once it is on and going, you and brother can't help but watch like it is an accident on the side of the freeway... from a distance, of course. But, to tell you the truth, it really wouldn't have to be such a necessity if you didn't bring the backyard into my living room. Though its a reminder that fixing up the yards is next on the list, I really could do without. So, the cycle will continue, to your dismay and mine. But it will be okay as there will always be time in between for belly rubs.