Monday, June 20, 2011
We picked up Emma from my daughter's house a day early. As Holly was tearfully getting ready to hand over the leash, she walked around the house like she was lost.
She went over to the toy box and looked at Joe and asked if she should send Emma's woobie with her.
Joe knew where Emma was coming and slightly discouraged Holly from sending anything more than absolutely necessary.
It became our responsibility to make sure Emma had a woobie.
She did the happy dance as soon as she got it. This one was a true treasure. It was a woobie and a tennis ball all-in-one.
Happy days were here again.
Of course woobie time couldn't last forever and Emma gave a most pitiful look begging for us not to take her woobie away.