Wednesday, June 14, 2006
I am so relieved that Bowie loves his teepee. I honestly was a bit worried that I was forcing something on him, daydreaming for myself. But he really enjoys being in it. He lays there on his back with his right leg bent, ankle resting on his left knee looking up through the top. He thriws the pea gravel Chris laid beneath it. He asks to sleep in it. As soon as it cools down (3 months from now) and the mosquitos slack off a bit, we will and it will be a dream come true for me. I won't deny it. I'm not so unselfish. It's for me, too.