Wilma and I are hanging out this week during Winter Break. She's doing really well, but there are still signs that she's not a puppy anymore. She can't really do steps anymore - or only when she's really feeling great. She sleeps even more than usual, which is really saying something for a bulldog. And this week, I've been cracking up as she's been storing all her stuffed animals near my shower.
It's not unusual to find one toy in the master bathroom. I chuckled when I saw two toys earlier this week. But I really cracked up this afternoon when I saw that there was a Wilma's toy convention happening outside my shower. I was beginning to wonder if some sort of Toy Story movie was being played out when I wasn't looking.
Wilma - what's going on here?