I am not a flower. Nor do I want to pretend to be a flower.
I don't know what is wrong with a person that makes her think "Hey, it's spring now. You know what? I should make my dog wear a flower headband!" My best guess is that a lot is wrong with her.
Sarah added to my humiliation by making me pose with an old stuffed rabbit. Not that you can tell what it is from this picture.
One of the few toys Sarah has bought me which I have not yet destroyed. After this picture, I may need to get on that.
Sarah's vacation (a.k.a., the three best weeks of my life) cannot get here soon enough.