542. Wish trapper Sans Souci good luck: Little Arnold update
This morning I looked out the window and saw my Little Arnold padding around the backyard grass and eating some shmutz off a stone near my shed. I had just put food out for him on the front porch but Sorbet got there first; I now bring out a tray for two. I grabbed Arnold’s breakfast and rant to the back where I put it on the deck and let out my usual idiotic high pitched, “Little Arnold come!” And he did, and he ate, and then he sat in the grass and washed his face (grooming is a good … Continue reading →