Lexi is, apparently, in the habit of giving my Dad dictation for notes to me.
Yes, that’s my Dad’s handwriting…
More importantly, Lexi knows the word “aromas”, but really? What dog, doesn’t?
I think it’s safe to say that Lexi may need her own blog soon…
This crazy girl… she puts the clothes on, takes the clothes off, gathers them in some kind of “container” in a corner. Then, when there seems to be a lot, she separates them. I can’t tell why she’s separating them, all I know is, she separates them… Then, she takes one pile to a separate room with these two big boxy looking things… she puts them in the first boxy looking thing adds some strange powder, waits.. puts that group in the second boxy looking thingy and then puts the second group in the first boxy thingy.
Then, the second boxy thingy makes this really loud noise and, she takes them out of the second boxy thingy and brings them to the bed, ruining a great nap time, and begins to arrange them. She calls this folding and it seems to make her incredibly happy. Then, she puts them away.
She repeats this process too often. It seems exhausting and pointless. I like my “wardrobe” when it gets cold, for obvious reasons, but every day? No way.
Humans, so strange. All this continual work. It would cut into my naptime. Why don’t they go naked again?
