I have been walking down to the school to pick up my 6 year old granddaughter, and taking Mr. Darcy. He loves the walk - but - when we get in there he goes balistic. I hold him in my arms, and he wiggles and squirms until he is up around my neck. All the little ones know him now, and come running up when the bell rings. All their reaching hands in his face, I guess, and their little? voices greeting him is too much for him. I have stopped taking him!!!!!!!!! We go on our own walk, earlier, with my 4 year old grandson and his bicycle - so everyone is happy - Aidan with his bicycle - Mr. Darcy on his walk, sniffing - and me because HOPEFULLY I am loosing weight - ha!!!!
