But I don't want to eat! Unless it is a fruit, which I have an appetite for.

Whiskey is chilling in the den. Billy is on my bed and his farts make my room smell totally like the toxic dye products of a hair salon. ah ah ah.

How I love these two mutts. And Billy is totally cuddly, which I adore.

BJG has finished his morning ablutions and will eventually take his pills for shingles. He has not been taking all of them. He totally cannot cope with 6 pills a day, three times 2 huge blue pills daily, to remember taking them all each day. I help.