I fear I shall never understand why she likes to sleep with her face against something like this.
We’re back to being carried from room to room. She doesn’t even complain about it. The back legs splay too much and she’s been bonking into things. So I just pick her up. And yet she’ll still occasionally go crazy and run around like she’s in the spring of her youth! I wanna be like ma’am are you trying to make it worse? But I couldn’t stop her even if I tried lol.











