He slept for most of it, ate, had to be carried downstairs. He made out He hate being carried, but really loved it.
Enjoyed the sun like a Human, and then, before you knew it, my folks were home.
Writer, poet, artist and prolific reader.... that's me.
I'm a collector of books, vinyls, coin purses and strange handbags... that's me too.
Otherwise, I love...
@susiemc he never used to. When I get my folks place, he runs to his bed, lies on it and rolls over for a belly rub. When I give him one, he grunts... his way of talking.