That’s what the week has been.
Not only did Drake the Dog have to suffer the indecency of a bath, but then he couldn’t even freak out without baby girl jumping all over him.
I tell ya, life as a dog is rough in this house.
There’s a Holiday Train from the Canadian Railway that pulls up with all these lights. One of the cars is open and set up like a stage for a Christmas concert. There’s hot chocolate. There’s a firetruck and an ambulance for the kids to run and sit inside.
Lots of families. Lots of smiles. My Baby Girl loved it.
Sometimes Toronto feels like a small town.
Meanwhile, Drake the Dog’s idea of fun is passing out on a pile of little pieces of paper. To each his own I guess.