Last week Shasta helped me pack for Seattle. And by that I mean she laid next to me and occasionally would start
panting smiling and wagging her tail. Then she'd put her head down like this:
It's her way of saying don't leave please! So I whispered to her that I love her and I'll see her real soon.
She proceeded to start rolling around on the floor. Not sure what that meant, but it sure was cute.
She's still my puppy, even if she's 11.
In other news, today I'm finalizing my application for officially getting into the Interior Design Department. I'll be sure to share my short essay and project I created with you next week (:
I'm off to grab some tomato soup and grilled cheese from Nordstrom Cafe. It's only $4.99! And it rocks.
Happy Weekend, friends.