The other day, at one of the multitude of doctors’ offices we are now obliged to visit, we saw a lady with a back pack; and in the back pack was a tiny white dog.
Was this a therapy dog (like Norbert)? I could certainly use a therapy cat, about now. You don’t know how much you need your pets until you’re forced to do without them. (Buster and Missy squabbling over a seat on my lap… It’s the kind of thing that makes you feel wanted.)
Well, the rest of the day, sunny and cool–maybe I can generate a few pages of my book. Mustn’t waste a day away from the doctor.