All Growsed Up

Maizie’s M.O. is to bring me a toy when she greets me at the door when I get home. She’s even gone so far as to scramble around, frantically looking for something to present to me if she doesn’t already have something. Welp, not today. She showed up at the door, still wiggly, but with nothing for me. No Henry. No Felix. Not even my own shoe. I was severely disappointed. I guess she’s grown out of her trying-to-please-me behavior. Great.


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