Since I retired I have been known to take a nap or two!
Better than leading from behind, in this household…
Sometimes, the simplest answer to a bad day is a good nap. Let it go.
When there is a horror show on our bathroom mat, it usually means my fat cat ate too much again and threw up
A cat bed? Don’t they have heavy weaponry?
And, I’m willing to bet that none of those three socks were a pair.
Napping is an art form that I excel at doing.
Hardest working dog in show business.
Aawww. So cute. Of course, when Dougie wakes up, he might not appreciate your furry bottom in his face when turns over! :)
Oh Sophie your puppiness brings to mind our Alex who on the first day we were gone to work he chewed a “thick” and I mean “thick” beautiful cabinet door in half….day 2 he ripped up the kitchen floor so we had to go buy new and put it in over the weekend; next up was the day I got stung by the bee at work, and my boss drove me home so Chuck could pick me up and take me to the doctor as my arm was blown up like a balloon (I am very allergic to bees) so I avoid them, unfortunately it got me! and I came home to a kitchen full of Dr. Pepper labels all over the floor (however, not a bottle was broken or leaking (go figure), plus a hole in the wall by the garbage can and holes in the pantry where he took everyone out of it (soda) his bag of food and all the other stuff we had in there, so thereafter we got him a nice big house and put it on the patio which was covered. So of course we came home to the screen door off and all the cable wire pulled down. The cable wire became a daily thing. Then it stopped the weatehr warmed up and we came one day to find Alex in the pool with the hose next to the pool and the spickett turned off. So apparently he turned it, filled his pool and turned it off again…..scary I know…