Here’s Wolfie. He’s very old and he naps a lot. He was a rescue–they’re all rescues–but we’ve been together for thirteen years, so he’s fairly Zen now, except for the times he goes vamp face on me and I have to remind him who’s the Alpha around here. Not that there’s much doubt. I outweigh him by a hundred and fifty pounds.
He looks very peaceful, doesn’t he? He should. He’s sleeping on my crochet with a heated mattress pad underneath and with his head on my pillow. It’s pretty much Dog Nirvana.
Everybody else was mellow, too.
My goal for this week: Get the thermal curtains up on the windows. It’s going to snow tomorrow (Wed) even though it was 67 today. Welcome to New Jersey.