As I mentioned, my mom is now operating a doggie daycare for the Beautiful Babette. Between one thing and another, I went to work yesterday, but Babette stayed in my house. MY HOUSE. Not Grandma’s. NOT GRANDMA’S.
Today, she wasn’t having any of that nonsense.
I opened the door and off she went – headfirst into snow deeper than she is tall. She soon figured out how to scamper across the surface of the snow (more or less) about the time I figured out how to shoot video on the phone. In trying to get the video from the phone to Youtube, we lost the last few seconds, the quality grossly degraded, etc. etc. etc. But I’m tickled. My first video. Cecilia B. DeMille is born.
Babette was most certainly ready for her close-up, but only because I was taking far too long to get Grandma’s door open.
[So there was all sorts of foolishness with the video being sideways, a format I couldn’t work with, etc. etc. I’ve got another learning curve to tackle.]