baby love

dear baby,

you are my baby's baby.

you have had quite a difficult and tumultuous life.

you were rejected by your first owner (ahem...carson)

but then slobbered on. kissed on. loved on. colored on. crawled on. stepped on. slept on. by your loving harper.



you no longer have a nose and your tail is soon to follow the same demise.

your months are quickly dwindling down, and it is then that you will be retired to the closet.

well done, good and faithful servant.

;)