Our walk to the mail box.

Emmy has been sick. Really sick.  Sleeping 20 hours a day, cuddling on the couch and randomly laying down on the ground and saying, "Night, night."  The doc says nasty chest cold and the beginning stages of a double ear infection.  We've been quarantined in the house for the past 4 days, so today we took advantage of the nice weather and I took her on a walk to the mailbox.  In her pajamas.  And unwashed hair.  Which all lent themselves nicely to portraying my sweet baby girl to our friendly neighbors - especially when coupled with the dirty looks she gave them all.  Even the dogs.  No one got a smile. Until, of course, we reached our destination because nothing is more exciting then mail, found behind a locked box.