My momma is sick. Well I would say very sick. But she says she is just sick. I heard a voice tell me that I must take care of her. To not romp and play and especially to not grab your toy and fly through the air and land on MOM.
Of course I have come to know that voice as my angel brother Goose. This picture was taken exactly one year ago when my momma was sick and my brother Goose took very good care of her.
So I snuggled right in to make momma feel better.
I thought I could get closer, and I did.
Gotta keep the momma warm and make sure she does not get up to do work stuff. I admit I would loved to have played ball with her, or tag, or go on our walk. But this was just more important.