Another week has run away. Left me in the dust.
Maybe it’s just me, but time seems to have sped up and each time I look up, a week, two weeks, a month is gone.
Garry is running errands and I’m at home. With the dogs who obviously wish Big Daddy Doglegs would come back.
I got some interesting portraits of Gibbs this morning. He’s fuzzy. A bit grubby. A bit matted if you look closely, but he is 100% cute with a weird factor of 9 out of 10.
And today, for some reason, he reminds me of “poor Larry Talbot,” the Wolfman.
He’s got a werewolf face, doesn’t he?
But, to be fair, Gibbs doesn’t bite so no one will catch his terrible illness. He’s even delicate about dog biscuits. I think he will keep his monthly moon mania to himself.
Still, he really DOES resemble poor Larry Talbot.