It was much easier to do with Sonja than Momo, since her canine ears hung down rather than stood. “So, girls, how did your lessons go today?”
Momo twisted around onto her back, her head in my lap. xxx “Nope, it’s pronounced app-el, just like table.”
“Lig-ht…” Momo said, squinting at the light switch. “No, she’s a cat. “What’s that?” asked Sonja. As I returned my snake to its den, Sonja dove into the leaves for the umpteenth time. It was sort of like holding a balloon and having that evil desire to pop it. It was such a sweet sight, I almost didn’t want to disturb them. Good thing I had asked the girls to avoid raking any leaves near animal crap.
