Seeking the Sun…
Someone asked after Bree. She’s fine. Caught her like this yesterday after she fell asleep in a watchful position.
She’ll be SIX in a couple of weeks! SIX and already her little punkin head is turning white… even behind her ears! Remember the hell she put us through for the first year or so? Seems like so long ago… and yesterday.
Ah, well. Thought I was supposed to become maudlin over my own birthdays, not the dogs. But anything is better than incessantly worrying over the election!