Tink is in her crate in the kitchen when I come in, so she can't see me. But the minute the door opens she starts screaming and whining. I say, "Hi the baby! Is that my Tinky Winky? Did her miss da mama? The mama sure missed her." I open her crate door and she jumps onto my shoulder and the licks begin. Then I say "Does her have to go potty?" and I grab her up and go to the door to let her outside.
Aren't we all a bunch of looney tunes!
