It’s cold in London today. Cold enough for a hat. Loving it.
So I wrapped up and took mini hound for a walk leaving my man sleeping in bed.
Best thing about going to bed 10 on a Friday is feeling fresh on a Saturday. Yes, I’m 60 years old.
Pretty out though.
Woolly had a blast. We think he has some prostate issues so glad when he is running around like a crazy.
You’re in my heart little dude, we’ll fix you right up.
And my breakfast. Because delicious.
Now picking up lunch and then back for a snuggle in bed because life ❤
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