Hey everyone, Shawshank here. The Beautiful One is sick on the bed with a fever. Yes, I gave her the plague. But only after, Pippin gave it to me, and then to Podrick. Podrick sneezed all night, and he’s sleeping next to her right now. I just wanted to put a post down because, It’s…
Hello, Friday. It’s a bright and sunny morning. I was a little warmer last night; the overnight temps aren’t dipping into freezing this week, and if they do, we have functioning heat now. I need to remember to dress accordingly. We enjoyed another lazy day. Shawshank had the day off, so he could take it…
It’s a morning. Podrick doesn’t understand consent, and Pippin won’t explicitly tell Podrick “NO”. Together, this means the only thing we’re saying in the house is “Podrick, NO!”. They’re both on top of the fridge right now. We had a nice day at home. I made a joke on Tuesday about spending Wednesday lightly baked…