Waltzing Matilda by The Clancy Brothers
One of the saddest songs ever written. I’ve had it in my head for weeks. It even invaded one of my dreams last night.
One of the saddest songs ever written. I’ve had it in my head for weeks. It even invaded one of my dreams last night.
Harriet was past due for a bath, so she had one this morning. She’s not a fan of water, but she’s very good in the tub, especially if you prime her with peanut butter. Afterward, she had the zoomies, then decided it was time for a nap. Baths are apparently hard work.
I also picked up a new pair of nail clippers this afternoon. Hers were old and dull, and though I could get replacement blades, they were also getting loose. The new ones are heavy duty and easy to grip. Like baths, she’s not fond of mani-pedis, but puts up with them more or less gracefully. Again, peanut butter helps. I usually set the PB jar on the coffee table, so that she knows a treat is forthcoming. If she’s good.