Big party goin on here on a counta I am out of my E-Collar cone... but I am now hindered by my t-shirt!
The Mom... she finks I am super cute in my t-shirt... And the Bleu, he is jealous!
I feel so sad in my t-shirt, and yet so very fankful that the cone is at my nose and not over my neck!
My the Mom finks I am so very cute in her very favorite t-shirt... but I fink not. And I pout. Why else would I leave my nose four inches from the cone of shame???
Ok, I rise above the shame.
I relish big bed wif the Piggy... and also the two headed reindeer who now still has boaf of he heads but only one hat. Just sayin.
'Relish' is key word.
And 'Relaxed' is what we are...
The Bleu... he is upset! He long for the ordinary ever single day! He a "don't mess wif the Egg-McMuffin or Big Mac" kinda boy! He don't like 'homey' in a t-shirt... or nuffin else. It just the way that Sweet Boy be!
But here he is a relaxin wif the Mom re-assurin him! And by way... he is such silly boy in the yard! It take seein the rake for the him to come in and chill. Just sayin.
Life's good round here, and I leave you wif this...
Fank you all for your thoughts and prayers! I'm grateful to you and St Francis... again! I love you all!!!!!