Had a nap, and was sitting there feeling better but still sorry for myself, and Steve came in and started bitching up a storm for dinner, and it’s a good reminder that life is still going to go on. I’m going to inhale a gut bomb pizza (I haven’t really eaten the last couple of days) and watch some tube and maybe break it to Thurston how much pressure he is now under to become a good dog.
This always cheers me up:
And yes, Thurston and Rosie are getting all the pizza crusts.