Merida has started following me around. If she's not stuck to me, she thinks something is wrong.
Sometimes, I run upstairs for something, grab it, turn around and there she is.
If I'm standing at the bed folding clothes, or making the bed, she's right next to me. She follows me around the yard when I'm pulling weeds, inspecting flowers, or avoiding my frog nemesis.
I'm quite blessed.
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