It is no wonder I have been feeling tired: I am officially sick. I actually feel a tad ( a tiny tad ) better when I know I am sick, and not imagining it. Not that I have ever imagined being sick.
There was a cancellation at the doctor on Monday, and I have swollen glands in my neck, a temperature and an infected throat. Oh, and now I have a raging cold and a gravelly voice.
Hedy Lamarr has run amok, all night and all day. I changed the water bowl, to no avail. Hedy still dips her toys in the water, swooshes them about and then runs about the house, shaking them.
Lorelai Gilmore is a perfect Labrador, lying on the bed and looking inquisitively at me when I cough my hacking cough.
I did arise from my sick bed yesterday to go for a walk, but I was so pleased today is Wednesday and we don't walk on Wednesdays.
Look, various photos of various combinations of dogs. I have been up for half an hour, it is time for bed again.