When we visited last March, Nora’s favorite of my parents’ dogs was clearly Sam, the West Highland Terrier. The same is true this time, except that now that Nora can walk, she can hound him considerably more, following him around the house shouting “Â¡Hola!” at him.
Yesterday, when Nora was awaking from her stroll-by-the-river-induced afternoon slumber, I picked her up out of her pram, thinking she was fully away, and set her on the couch. She quickly dozed off, and slowly slouched over to her left, landing on top of the sleeping westie, creating one of the cutest scenes I’ve ever witnessed.
I think this is my favorite one. She has the look of a putto.
Macro Sam. The iPhone’s camera really shines at a distance of about 8 cm.