Friday, October 11, 2013
That's Bad Leroy Brown's line! I think he'd fly to the moon for a treat.
I'm on my way to the acupuncturist, but as I'm sitting here getting ready to shut down the computer, Leroy is snuggled up in his blankey just as close to me as he can get, chasing birds (or squirrels, or something fun) in his dreams.
There's nothing like the unfailing, faithful love of a loyal companion.