Herc is In His Happy Place
Yesterday I spent close to 30 minutes looking for little Hercules only to find him passed out under the covers on the bed with a big doxie smile on his face.
Yesterday I spent close to 30 minutes looking for little Hercules only to find him passed out under the covers on the bed with a big doxie smile on his face.
Hercules loves nothing more than getting the cat's leftover food. Once he's cleaned the plate, he shreds it into tiny pieces and leaves it for me to clean up.
Hank used to be the puppy of the pack, but at 14, he's now the old dog. Here he is in his favorite spot on the back of the couch. Groggy, but alert for food.
Rommel always insisted on sitting with me while I sewed. I let him sit with me but, as a trade-off, he had to give me a lower back massage.