Parker has discovered the wooden bulldog! I like to tell him that he is playing with Grandpa. Most of you do not know the story behind the bulldog, but to make it short and sweet, my dad's high school mascot was the bulldog. He was the star football player, and after he died, one of his teammates saw this bulldog, had a little plaque around it's neck made and gave the bulldog to my grandparents. Growing up, I always played with the bulldog when I would visit my grandparents, and always reminded my Nonnie (grandma) that the bulldog was mine, even though he stayed at her house. The summer I graduate from college, my Nonnie and Papa sent the bulldog to me with my aunt and uncle when they drove up to see Tim and me. Parker is very cute, as he likes to maneuver himself to the bull dog, and then pat its head, like he does to our neighbor's dog Zoe.
Parker likes to eat his feet, but only when I put his shoes on.
Parker had some boy bonding time with daddy over the weekend.
Parker has discovered the wooden bulldog! I like to tell him that he is playing with Grandpa. Most of you do not know the story behind the bulldog, but to make it short and sweet, my dad's high school mascot was the bulldog. He was the star football player, and after he died, one of his teammates saw this bulldog, had a little plaque around it's neck made and gave the bulldog to my grandparents. Growing up, I always played with the bulldog when I would visit my grandparents, and always reminded my Nonnie (grandma) that the bulldog was mine, even though he stayed at her house. The summer I graduate from college, my Nonnie and Papa sent the bulldog to me with my aunt and uncle when they drove up to see Tim and me. Parker is very cute, as he likes to maneuver himself to the bull dog, and then pat its head, like he does to our neighbor's dog Zoe.
Parker likes to eat his feet, but only when I put his shoes on.
Parker had some boy bonding time with daddy over the weekend.
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