A chauffeured pooch.
When you're too old and tired to make the mile loop, Dad will come in his BMW to pick you up and take you home. It's the life.
Mr. Pete back at the vet for his follow-up.
He's doing better. He's healing. But he's on two additional weeks of antibiotics. Anymore, that is just the norm.
Boomer at my mother's house.
He got on the sofa and crashed next to 710. There was a time we suspected Boomer never slept at all - as he was always on high alert.
My niece's cat, Pippa is home for two weeks.
She's not technically a Maine Coon, but you'd never know it from the tail when she's "on".
So...........whatta eatin' there? How much is left? Is there any for me???
Another week from now, and who knows?
Song by: Fleetwood Mac