I was supposed to be cleaning the house, but the urge to make a new dishcloth won out.
My view during dinner last night.
We lost our sweet Buster this week. 😥 The day after Buster died, I found this tribute that my oldest created in our back yard. It’s made up of one of Buster’s half chewed toys and the sticks he loved to gnaw on, lined up in the spot where he loved to lie.
We’ve had lots of visitors in the backyard lately.
I saw too much of this place this week.
She doesn’t sprawl out on the kitchen floor unless it’s hot outside.
She doesn’t like it when it’s hot outside.
Nor do I.