I Can't Help It!

Ever since I had that raw turkey neck, which I adored, I haven't been totally in control of my, um . . . bum? Mom said she's glad when I at least make it to the basement, but this morning I was all the way upstairs and that was just too much to ask. At least Mom's not mad at me. I think she's tired, but not mad. Oh, well. This, too, shall pass, and hopefully in an ever more solid fashion - BOL!

Today was really pawsome outside. The temps got into the 70s and Mom sat outside on the swing in the yard and did some knitting. I even got up onto the bench next to her for a while, though I am still not comfortable up on that dang swing. Lexie just hops up and stretches out next to Mom like it's no big deal. I have definitely not yet gotten my "swing legs." Lexie says I haven't gotten my leg legs, but she's just teasing me, I think.