Leezard

Mom’s finally home, late, really late. Adjusting my collar, she tells me to take my ‘Leezard’ for a walk. What??? We don’t own a Leezard. I surely don't own a Leezard. Mumbling something about Argentina, she finally walks downstairs with me so I can potty. 

I’m German, right? Maybe? 

Let’s go to bed, I say in sign language, making three circles around her legs. 

Wunderbar. Just wunderbar. 

xoxo,

Maggie Rose