He’s off this weekend and his girls, me and the dog, miss him. She’s at the front window awaiting his return. He’s not usually accorded that kind of respect. He’s the “fun guy” who lets her play and tosses her ball, but I’m the one who is here, walks and feeds her.
Right now I just think she’s exhausted by us getting up at 3 a.m. yesterday to get Jim to the airport! Yes, she loves you, dear. But I’ve been up about 36 hours now and have to get some sleep. Perhaps Zoe will join me and leave the front windows for a few hours. Let’s hope so. ‘night, dear readers. Dee
Cooking with Dee 