I miss Melissa and Millet.
I have found that siting with all four paws on the step below is much more comfortable then the way everyone else sits.
There are few things I enjoy more than siting on the porch to watch the rain. I wish I had one of those Mohican wind harps to listen to.
Today I was forced out of my bandana and into a bow-tie for Christmas at my Grandmother’s. She even wanted me to wear a matching cumber-bun, but I drew the line at that point. You know how it is—you just give a little and then they take and take and take.