When Soba was a brand new puppy
{and weighed only a couple of pounds.)
I would plop him in the laundry basket, and take him
with me downstairs to do the laundry so he wouldn't cry.
But now he's eleven pounds, and still wants to
go on a puppy adventure along with me.
Every time I pull out the laundry basket, he hops on in
as if it's his puppy right. I had to chronicle this bit of silliness.
