I’m trying to concentrate more on family than the blog. So that’s what I’m doing. Except for right now, of course.
Talulah and I went running in the snow this morning and when I got back, she was tracking blood all over the kitchen. She broke the hell out of a nail on her right front paw. It’s hanging there by a thread. The poor thing.
I bandaged it up after cleaning the wound. She successfully tore it off, and now she’s sleeping next to my dad.
The snow is absolutely gorgeous. You should be here. We could make a warm drink and sit by the fire.
We might even be able to get the remote control from my grandpa and turn off the sunday morning sermons that have been on TV since this morning.
Le Café Wittypoots 