Sunday, July 30, 2017
Mom's beside herself. She keeps assuring me I don't have to try to take care of her, too, along with just trying to keep myself together. We both fear that my time might be short.
Pray for us both, will you? Thanks, dear readers. I love you. Beeg
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Last night I climbed onto the very same table while mom was painting. I stepped on wet paint on her palette, then walked on a finished painting! Mom wasn't happy about that at all, needless to say. And I momentarily wound up in the dog house.
Crafty mom, though, was able to carefully cover over my paw print. And then she humbly apologized for yelling at me.
Then she said, "It's only a painting. You, my love, are forever."