Peaches continues her campaign to smooch every horse on the place. Here’s her latest conquest . . . isn’t it nice they match so closely?
“Wouldn’t you like a kiss? I’m sitting on this nice stump to make it easier!”
“Here we go . . . ”
“Awww. We’re friends now!”
A couple of times, Peaches’ “kiss” has been closer to a nip from her horsey pal, but she is unfazed. I guess she knows it’s the duty of a Golden Retriever to make friends with everybody she meets. These nice pictures, by the way, are from friend Jennifer.
Billy and I are still fighting off the stomach bug we picked up, but we’re much better. People have been sending us lots of food — Thanksgiving, after all — and it’s been nice not to have to cook for a while.
He’s still flat on his back most of the time, but taking very few painkillers now. A fractured vertebra at age eighty-one is going to take a while to heal. He’s able to keep up with the books, though, which gives him something to do. I, of course, am not at all short of things to do!