White Dog pushed me back into the chair. "Nope! You are still not feeling well. I know what I want for today's blog. Dad will help me." I knew there was no point arguing with her...she sounded so much like me when I am determined that something will be as I say. Besides, the blanket was all warm and I COULD use a little nap. White Dog arrayed the Army around me and sat them on the blankie bottom to keep me n place before she went into the office with Steve. I heard MY computer keyboard clacking before dozing off...
White Dog and Dad here. We think this old photo is particularly appropriate today. It is Oso and me in Santa Fe a couple of years ago. Even those in the WDA that were not here yet agree that this is a message we all embrace:
2 comments:
We sure hope you feel better soon.
Good job making sure Momma rests, White Dog. Sending lots of purrs and prayers of healing her way. Hugs to you all.
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