It’s a quiet Wednesday. At least, I assume it is. I’m winging my way back to Tulsa from New York, probably exhausted. I’ve been to a Pug Wedding, a Dog Writer’s Banquet, and to the 139th annual Westminster Dog Show. So at this point in the journey, I’m hoping, for future-me, that it’s a quiet Wednesday.
And I’m hoping to return to plenty of licks from these sweet fur-babies. The dog of my heart, Flash:
His sister-in-crime, both of them nearly 13 years old (next month), Patches:
And their new little brother, the Affen-mutt from Texas, Chewy:
As well as some familiar faces:
So hug your loved ones, whether or not they be fur-covered, and say a prayer that the Good Flea has a safe flight and some peace and quiet today. Because tomorrow will be all show dogs and all fun!
Until I write again …
Flea
