Day 355: Silky Hairs

We beed in the sick bed and all round it all most all day again today, but the Mom determined to sit herself up on a counta this sickness gotta get over soon. We all tired of her feelin not up to self on a counta that mean not much chatter and not many songs and this house is just too dark and quiet.

So we sit outside for short while this afternoon and me and the Bleu mill about and I chase birds and the Bleu, he chew on a stick.

And I just pause to enjoy breezes as they blow frew my silky hairs...

This life is pretty darn good. I hate the Mom beed sick but on bright side she IS sick at home!

(And don't my toofies look pretty and white???)