because I have so many pictures of her lately,
and because she is just so cute.Not that this one could be ignored,
she makes herself heard when she wants to be. She has a nap on the front lawn if she wants,
because she doesn't want to come in,
and its so warm laying in the sun.
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
she was very, very good.
And when she was bad she was horrid.
Okay, I may not remember that poem quite right, but it came to me when I saw her little curl at supper one night (and we laughed, because she was being very close to the horrid description).