My husband and I just adopted an American Bulldog a few weeks ago. And let me tell you, that breed can teach us humans a LOT about relaxation. Check out Wyatt's well executed yoga poses. (Oh wait, is he napping?)
I've taken over a month off from tidying up the audiobook version of Secret Speakers because me wee 'ole body hasn't been co-operating--my white blood cells, to be more precise. It's actually been wonderful to totter feebly outside to plant a garden, weed it every day, and do all sorts of itty bitty things that very old normal people do. Seriously, I've done nothing but eat, drink and sleep Secret Speakers for the last four years, so smelling dirt, swatting flies, and spooning soft mushy cereal into my mouth is a real treat.
But my point in posting this journal entry is to talk about Sir Wyatt Snuffles, our big, white baby cow that barks and eats dog food. Alright, he IS a dog, but he looks like those black and white cows you see in Vermont. And he eats grass while I weed in the garden. I take very serious naps during the day, and who slumbers loyally by my side? Why Wyatt of course. Since Patrick travels so much (as in he just got back from Serbia two days ago . . .) I am love, love, loving having Wyatt for a pal. Stay tuned for pictures of my life with Wyatt over the last few weeks.
