like a red rubber ball. Beatles. Sad song, alas.
Given that, the sunrise was glorious. Z and I took our two-minute walk (she wants breakfast and back to bed, she’s trained me over 14 years) and said hello to folks well before 7:00 a.m. She’s now licking her bowl and coming to see me.
There are priorities in life, love and dog-parenthood. I’m not ready to tell you what they are because I haven’t prioritized them as yet. Cheers! Dee