My New Friend

I have a new friend. Her name is Rose. Grannie Carolyn planted roses in the garden when she was here. This is not the same kind of Rose. This kind of Rose doesn't have any thorns. She talks to me and plays with me. Maverick is jealous of my Rose. He kept laying right next to her and nuzzling up to her with his big head. Maverick usually likes to chew on the kind of Rose that has thorns. I am glad he didn't chew on my Rose. Mommy said that my Rose is also called a nanny, and is going to play with me four times a week! She must like me a lot.