When I had cats, I would take my social butterfly one to a local nursing home to visit with residents. The folks there absolutely loved it. When Mom was in the nursing home, Sis and I would take Mom’s dog and Sis’s dog Frankie (Nelson’s father and Mom’s dog Gracie’s son) to see her. The puppers were popular with just about anyone who saw us in the hall.
Irked, came home, took Nelson out, then gave him some birthday treats. Hard to believe the little booger is seven years old already.
I got an unexpected package in the mail today. Most of the writing on it was Chinese (I presume, given the return address) and it was two bottles of a blue liquid. They are now ensconced in the dumpster.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!