There's good stuff outside. There's flowers (and the occasional cactus) to smell. She plays with the shells and pinecones mom has collected with even more enthusiasm than she does some of her inside toys. She likes to walk down to the edge of the sidewalk and send a forlorn "woof woof" over to Bear and Bailey barking across the street. Then she cries when we sternly tell her to get away from the street.
But as you can imagine, when you hang with Grams and Grizz, there is very little sternness. There is a lot of this, in fact:
World's unhappiest little girl.
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