We warned Catie that if she walked away from the table with her cupcake that the dog might get it. But my super-smarty-pants has a solution for unwanted dog advances. She toddled her little self into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I opened the door and found her sitting sweetly on the step stool, contentedly licking her cupcake. It's a sad day in the Calhoun house when your cupcake is only safe if it's consumed in the same room as the toilet.
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That's my girl. She looks so much like Erin in this picture.
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