Another week of having everybody underfoot, or under paw as the case may be..
But, we're hanging in, making the best of it. At the same time, grateful to those who are keeping our country safe, and the men and women ready and willing to put on umpteen preventive layers to tend to our sick. There's a special place in Heaven reserved for you guys. You can bank on it!
Now to the handcart to hell part:
I'm being neglected.
Bridget's being neglected.
We're getting restless and irritable, not speaking to each other.
Our toy basket is like Fort Knox. Can't get at half the stuff in there. Bridget's had to resort to playing with old ear buds which she sits on!
Then there are those window battles. I know there's plenty of room on the bench for both of us, but sweet talking didn't work, so I had to break out my left hook!
So, friends, we're having our challenges.
Any ideas for solutions? We'll take any - especially if they involve treats!
TOM & BRIDGET