Well, it's the first day of 2014. Both sons were out last night partying. Hubby had to pick up No.2 son at 1am. Later in the day I heard him muttering that he was too old for such early morning sojourns and off to bed he went for a nap.
Meanwhile, Baxter was doing some wishful thinking. Somewhere in that doggy brain of his, a conversation was going on.
Now my lovely banana muffin, just levitate towards Baxie.