


I’m sad of what I will miss over the next few days. Life is starting to happen in our front yard and it is beautiful.

Tomorrow is my last day on steroids and tomorrow I have no reason I can’t sleep in so I am going to try my hardest.
Only one thing stands in my way.
He looks cute and innocent. Don’t be fooled.

A special guest at our festivities was Bruce (as in Springsteen), my sister’s 6-month-old (ish) Gooldendoodle. Bruce is a sweet dog who has yet to figure out that he’s huge. Not surprisingly, as soon as Bruce walked into the house Addy hid away for the day. Biggie was a little more curious.
In the match-up between a 43-pound puppy and a 20-pound adult cat, my money was on the cat. But, aside from a few good swats from Biggie to Bruce, the two got along reasonably well.