January 19, 2003

I'm relaxing on Mom's bed.  They tell me that I will look like the dog on the pillow.

Dad is chasing me in the deep snow.  I may be small, but I can out run him (ha,ha).

Oops!  I made a wrong turn and he caught me.

Ah, ha!  I got away and am running as fast as I can.  I think he is tired now so I have a chance to get away.

WOW!  I think I lost him.