“Went to the vet. Licked some people. Got x-rayed. Licked more people. Ate cookies. Licked the rest of the people. Went home and napped. The end.” –Frances
That’s the face you make when someone sits next to you, eating oatmeal with peanut butter and chocolate, and you’re indignant that they haven’t offered to share it with you.
It’s been chilly the last couple
of nights. Frosty, even! I haven’t turned on the heat yet, though, and Frances would like everyone to know that that’s dog abuse. It’s below the Pit Bull Freezing Point.