I’m dog sitting for my cousin from Utah. Poor Yorkie had to ride in a car from Utah to South Mississippi only to be dropped of in a strange house with a 56lb golden retriever and a toddler. Ozzie has been shaking since he walked in the door. Kylie just chases it around the house yelling “kitty, kitty, kitty.” Bahahaha. I can’t get her to understand that it’s a dog.
I love my kid.