Been really sick this week. Finally starting to feel better. The Spaniels are being so considerate and almost not demanding (almost, Gwyn requires her daily cuddle quota even if I am feverish with an ice bag on my head).
Realized how long I have been sick, though, when Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy made me some eggs. I got up to join him in the kitchen. I had two Spaniels underfoot in the bedroom looking happy that I was on my feet. They weren't already in the kitchen?? THAT's devotion, I think!












