Rachel doesn’t seem thrilled to see me. They intended to walk right through the park, and for some strange reason, they don’t like me to walk so far with them.
We walk for a while, and then Rachel has to take us all home. She mutters under her breath.
I let them wait, while I relax amongst the daisies.
And then I’m ready to go home with them.
Rachel hates to see me crossing this road, but how else can I lie in wait for them in the trees?
And then we reach our back door. She seems relieved that we are all home again.
I enjoyed our little group walk.
Rachel will have to sneak out later, when I have my nap.