Visting Martha
A couple weeks ago we went over to Martha's house on a really nice night. We went to the golf course and I got to run around in my preferred crazy dog mode. Joan kept me out of the swampy lake. Martha's young neighbor (remember the little boy I ran over a couple years ago because Miguel threw my stick and I didn't see the boy) well, he was with us. Then another girl came out and walked around with us.
Isn't it a nice place? There was still some ice on the ground and the kids were throwing snowballs for me and I would run and pick them up!
