Our laundry area is in the basement and Wally knows not to go down there (or doesn’t want to because it’s creepy). Every time I walk up the stairs he’s sitting or standing at the door, patiently waiting for my return. Seeing his adorable little face appear over that top step always makes me want to squee and hold him tight. It gets even worse when his ears drop back and he jumps up to say hello, all wags and whiskers.
What I love about Wally #1: He’s so dang cute!