Sundays at Home

It's is another hot and sunny day in northern
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.

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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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