Worry, Worry.

We've still not made it to the farm. Reason; Sadie's allergic symptoms...or whatever is wrong with the poor little chihuahua child. Such a tiny body, such a big head. At two and a half years old, she weighs 24 pounds, just a delicate wisp of humanity with a huge personality. Today she went to the doctor for an official diagnosis of this horrible itchiness condition. Little baby is covered with itchy bumps which are not any of the standard "diseases".

According to the doctor, these spots are part of a reaction package. Sadie is allergic to something, maybe mosquitoes, maybe sun block lotion, maybe the heat, maybe something else. Clearly she's miserable, her tiny hand scratching away here and there, her face gloomy, preoccupied, worried.

However, for a while this afternoon she was her usual self. She played with the little houses. A while ago I bought a couple of sets of itty bitty dogs and accompanying dog toys and today I gave her one of these. Immediately she went to work introducing the new dogs into the play house environment. Soon she was singing. At one point she turned to her adoring mother and said, "I thinging a happy little thong, Mom." Awwww. Precious baby.