I decided to take Willow for a run this morning.
(which, yes, means I AM HOME)
I put her in the back seat and hopped into the driver seat.
And then she scampered right into shotgun.
And it’s hard to convince a dog who outweighs you to sit elsewhere, once they’ve picked shotgun, is the thing.
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, right?
And then instagram ’em.
Which I did.
And a certain California living nephew and brother are also in town.
There are a whole lot of Latshaw round these parts.
And I don’t mind one bit.