Out of Sorts

Not much has been going on this week - mama hasn't been feeling well so the adventure richter scale has been hanging around, well, zero. I don't see her nearly enough these days, and here is to hoping that this will change asap.

Same old, same old - the alarm goes off, I jump onto the bed to lick mama's face which always puts her in a good mood and she gets out of bed, she grabs me a couple of homemade treats and feeds the kitties. She gets dressed and I walk her to the bus stop.

Yes I get to play with dad all day long and we go for great walks. But this is about mama.

I pick her up at the bus stop when she gets home (I just cannot trust anyone else to do this job). I must be sure that she's safe and doesn't walk home alone - Airedale Security is on the case!

Then it's time for a little mother-son ball tossing in the yard, and maybe if she's home early enough a walk in the forest. But I want MORE - and not just on the weekends either.

See what you can do about that, will ya mom?

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

Chez Bogart