Lest We Forget
My furry assistant, Marie, wanted to make sure she wasn’t forgotten in the melee of doggies and remodeling.
She plopped herself right in the middle of the drawers from the armoire that I am repainting. Poor thing. Everytime I sit down she just about crawls up my neck looking for love. She and her sister Maxie (the first and original pets in this house) sprawl themselves across my arms as I type on the computer as if to plead with me to stop typing and love them. Works every time.