Leroy is a lover, not a fighter (usually). This means he loves to kiss everyone, anytime, anywhere. Things get particularly awkward when he decides he would like to join me for a cuddle in the bath and perches on the edge of my soaker tub, attempting to lick my shoulder and totally oblivious to the…
Thoughts at Twelve Thirty Nine
I’ve been something of an insomniac my whole life. Bear in mind, of course, that I have no medical training, so me declaring myself an insomniac is rather similar to a person who has no idea what a carburetor does (don’t worry, I do) talking about internal combustion engine hiccups. Whatever the technical name for…
Blue Speckled Pup 