That is what we call our angel. I'm not sure why, but I think that "the baby" slurred into "da bubies" when I whine for small fry. Now Bryan and I both refer to her as that when we're really missing her... which is every minute of everyday!
Cali is spending the fall in California, just like she did last year. She loves it there. I mean, it is her namesake after all!
Every errand my dad runs, Cali runs with him. 2 days ago I got a text from my dad saying "Cali and I are looking at Jaguars today." I'll spare you my smart ass response, as I don't think it went over too well on my dad. Yesterday he caught this adorable yawn while they were out and about.
She's his grand-dog. His little buddy. His side kick. His chick magnet!
Don't you just love the collar my parents bought her? It's Angels baseball red with little heart studs -- so incredibly perfect for my sweet tomboy! My mom put it perfectly - "she needed some quiet bling"