domingo, 26 de febrero de 2012

Zoey

She's just sleeping at my feet.  She alternates between insane hyperactivity and hopeless lethargy with almost no in-between.  I need to get her some exercise, my poor baby.  I do not think she likes this new sleepless, packing, obsessive paperwork-doing, crash napping version of her momma.  She never leaves me, though.  She just waits.

Why can't I pack my dog?

No hay comentarios: