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It’s Mine, But You Can Have Some

Sydney loves her frisbee. At any given moment she’ll find it and have it hanging from her mouth enticing anyone to play.

Sydney & Frisbee

As I’ve mentioned before, a face with so many wrinkles is difficult to turn down, even for Sparky. Turns out he loves the frisbee just as much as his friend The Tubby Torpedo, but his version of playing is different than hers.

Sparky1

Sparky is much like the older kid that comes over to visit and you have to hide/put away the toys that he will most likely eat or break.

Sparky2

He’s the kid that doesn’t really understand sharing and wants it all to himself.

Sparky3

He’s also like the kid that has some bad habits that your kid picks up, like suddenly not wanting to share and keep her cherished toys to herself.

Sparky4

She starts to work really hard to remind him that it was hers to begin with.

Flip

Eventually there is an intervention and all parties learn to share. Wrinkles or not, life is more fun when you share

or

sparky 5

things get taken away and you are left to think about how easy it would have been to share in the first place.

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Door Restored

Lately Sydney has been struggling with saying goodbye to our old door. She’s been reflecting on all the time that she’s spent guarding HBHQ, even through snow storms she’s protected this door!

snow door

I think she hatched a plan to give our old door as much use as possible in the remaining days it has hinges. The plan includes barking and waiting for us to open the door to go out in the yard. Once she’s convinced us to open the door and let her out, she turns directly around and waits for us to join her. It’s kind of pathetic.

door

When we don’t come outside with her she either sits there or pushes the door back open. She’ll sit there expectantly waiting for you to join in the backyard fun.

door waiting

Since you can’t take that face for one more, single, second you ask her if she wants to go check it out. This is special Camp Janet language and she’ll never, ever turn down a chance to check it out.

check it out

She thinks it’s a good idea and decides to head off into the wild HBHQ yard…

out

until she wonders if you’re coming too. Are you?

are you coming?

There’s that face again.  How can you say no to so many wrinkles?

leaving porch

She’ll lead the way to her special area. Once she’s checked things out, she stares at you with the same exact same expression on her face that convinced you to open the door in the first place.

checking it out

I’m wondering what kind of reaction she’s going to have once the new doors are completley installed. I’m fairly certain her facial expressions can’t get much more pathetic.

Or can they?