Poor, Poor, Patches

Patches has been my best buddy since I was about 5 months old, when Aunt Kristen and Uncle Pat gave him to me for Christmas (see the very first entry to this blog for cute pictures!). He makes me laugh and I love to hug and kiss him. So you can imagine how dramatic the scene was when this Sunday morning we were pulling out of the driveway on our way to church and Daddy yelped, " OH NO!!!!! PATCHES!!!!" My poor, poor patches had been stranded in the road in front of our house! Thankfully he didn't look run over and he's still good as new. Mama and daddy had a good laugh at the pictures Daddy insisted on taking!