Port-man

Porter is too funny. He came home from school one day and I asked him how it was, and how was his hot lunch. That is when he remembered something and ran to his backpack. For lunch they had chicken and he saved the bone for Kate. I got a kick out of it. That must be a special dog. :o)
Porter offered to mop my kitchen floor for $3. I said "GREAT!" That is a bargain for me. He did a good job too!
This is Porter's first year playing baseball. He's not so sure he likes it. We think he is doing a great job hitting but maybe his enthusiasm outfield could be better. He thinks its boring. His team is the Giants and his coach is our 2nd counselor in bishopric. Rowdy and I love baseball so we enjoy watching it and really hope he wants to play again next year.