Winter in New York.
I pushed myself to weave on a order. I really didn't want to, but I did.
Once I got started, I began to like it.
There are other ways to get through the winter.
We all do what we have to do, to keep ourselves busy til spring.
Perhaps a sunny window feels like the beach.
And there's nothing like a good bath to make you feel better.
This one shows just how far out of your mouth you can stretch your tongue, if you really, really try.
"Look Mom, there's that outside cat walking in the SNOW! What's up with THAT??"
So after all this horsing around, tomfoolery, I picked up my dog at the vet's, where he had surgery today. He is 13 and a half, but he is still going pretty strong. I felt really bad leaving him there this morning, but I consoled myself thinking that he trusts me, and he trusts me to come back for him.
And even though he is mostly blind, when he caught sight of me at 4pm, his ears shot straight up, and he practically pulled the tech over to where I was standing.
Now he is begging for more food, even though he isn't supposed to have that much.
He knows how to work this sympathy thing.