TM, Mama Cheryl (MC), Mama Penni (MP) and Papa Ron (PR) love and care for me.
In memory of DC Dora, CH Angus HXAsd, DC Kearney. Lost from our lives way too soon.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Rainy Day

Kevin - I was so close to getting to go out to track and herd.  TM even had her shoes, coat and hat on.  She opened the door, and stopped.  I tried to push her, but she wasn't having any of it.  I didn't get to do anything because it was cold and raining!  TM just shivered and shut the door.  I didn't get to do anything but sit on TM's lap - all day, every time she sat down.

Lowri - TM says I am as wide as I am long.  She is joking....I think.  All I know is that I can't get comfortable.  I get on TM's lap, I get off, I go to PR, I stretch out on the rug, I stretch out on the floor.  I CAN'T GET COMFORTABLE.  I am over this.  I have days to go.  TM has quit letting me try the stairs.  We have to go around the house to the ramp.  I can't even run anymore.  I plod.  ME!  I plod.  It is....awful.  I am waddling.  The only good thing is I get fed three times a day.  Morning, noon and night.  That part is good.  That is the only good part.  TM says the best part is almost here.

1 comment:

  1. Getting fed THREE TIMES A DAY? Whoa! Your daughter Fable is totally jealous! I'm sorry you have to waddle for another week or so! We can't wait to see babies!