I guess this is what happens when you’re in your sixties.
All of this before 7AM. Life is so very wonderfully full.
My coworkers on their ten minute break from making it impossible for me to get any work done.
Coco is her best friend, and she is Coco’s job.
Would you look at the adoration on that dog’s face.
Chuck remembers Southern California, and he could definitely roll.
Occasionally I like to reassure you that sometimes I pay attention to my dogs. This is one of those instances.
Tennis balls: when farm animals are forced to live in suburban homes.
Sharing my wardrobe for the health of my pets. It’s the least I could do.
“Hey, you put your chocolate in my peanut butter!” WHO APPROVED THIS COPY?