Allowing Yourself to Be Tamed

I took Kate to the mall today to get her exercise in. I don't think she liked it. She was complaining after about half an hour. So we left. I think she has me figured out. She knows how to push my buttons and get me to do her bidding. Just a look or a smile, a whimper or a frown and I respond. She does things to get my attention. Right now she is in her swing staring at me, kicking her legs and making little noises. Then when I look at her she smiles or gives me a grunt. I know, she has me wrapped around her little finger, but it's fun. It kind of reminds me of The Little Prince. You know the part about allowing yourself to be tamed. She and I have become friends in a way. We know each other. Kind of cool, huh? Here she is just relaxing. This picture is not a set up, either. She's that cute.

Love ya Kate.
​~ Poppi