Not the nicest angle, I'll give you that. But they're not really trained to sit quietly.
While sick and in pain, she clung to me like a dying swimmer going under for the last time. Now that she feels better? Well, we're back to normal - independent and at least happy, but wants no attention at all. Not a look, not a touch. Though I do both.
Big Love! OH, Breagha!
What??
Should we start betting on exactly when the top of this tree will come down? Next storm, I think.
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