No longer sick as a dog
Why do people say that anyway? What does it mean, exactly, to be as “sick as a dog?” I don’t know, but I sure have been lately, so sorry for the absence the past few days.
I hope everyone’s having a lovely, long Memorial Day weekend. If you happen to stop by here, enjoy this smile…
I learned about this kitty trait when I had my beloved Zamboni. I left a cardboard box used to bring terrace plants upstairs by the front door, intending to throw it out. By Z commandeered it and, being the sucker I am, that dang box sat by my door for three years before he passed. And it even made me sad to throw it out
Here’s a teaser photo, hit this link for the rest. And I thank my brother blog leader for alerting me to this in the first place. I give you, ways to sleep comfortably in a box