Snuggles

If we're outside and I lose track of Daphne for a minute, I can pretty much count on her being in one place.


















Cuddled up with her best bud Brynner.


















This afternoon she was trying to feed him leaves and saying "luf you Brynner!"


















She calls it 'snuggling wif Brynner.'

I call it 'free babysitting.'