New Jersey; 'tis the season for outdoor gatherings!
In the morning sun, the tables and chairs and canopy from
yesterday's party look a little forlorn.
Anne's party was great fun. We went through a lot
of food and drink, but still have plenty of leftovers. . .
including French bread, which this Sunday morning I turned into this:
Blueberry-Craisin Bread Pudding.
There were 6 of us for breakfast and, yes, we ate it all.
While we ate, and for most of this morning, our Dion slept.
He has a gift for plopping down in the most inconvenient spots,
and now he stays there for hours, napping.
"Don't step on Dion!"
Dion is on a new heart medication, and I am so hopeful,
having heard many good things about it.
Brief odd doggy moment --
a couple of weeks ago, Dion had his dinner,
and then lay down for a post-chow nap.
Now, what is unusual about this pose?
Dion's little butt is in his dinner dish.
I'm not sure if this was a mistake, or an editorial comment
on the content of his dinner, or a precaution.
He loves to nap on this little rug,
which is right in front of the kitchen sink.
I prepare a lot of meals straddling my softly snoring old dog.
And I don't mind.
Have a lovely Sunday, and thank you for all the wonderful
warm wishes for Dion's health and well being.
If he weren't napping (still) he would thank you himself! -- Cass
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