Right now, I’m listening to the happy snores of a ten-year-old, a nine-year-old, and two eight-year-olds with full bellies. Bliss.
Button Sunday
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Right now, I’m listening to the happy snores of a ten-year-old, a nine-year-old, and two eight-year-olds with full bellies. Bliss.
I sometimes forget that Dash isn’t my little baby boy anymore … that he’s my little old man. This made me want to scoop him up and hold him a little bit more
Nothing wrong with more doggie cuddling.
I love that button!
I was thinking just yesterday that Phoebe will soon be heading into the ‘old dog’ range.
I always think of her as the baby and Sophie as the Grande Dame.
Made me almost tear up thinking about one of Kelly’s “old dogs,” Bandit, a basset-lab mix who took a while to get used to me being around. He was a good boy and sorely missed.
Aw. I’ll think of Bandit when I give my doggies their good-night pats tonight.