THE MEETING...AND THE SNOOZING
The snoozing Grump-puppy It’s 5 AM. The elusive Morpheus didn’t stick around very long. Maybe he was carried away on those strong winds I hear blowing outside. The doggies decided they might as well go out, seeing that I was up anyway. When I opened the door I noted that the air is quite warm. It’s... Sign in to see full entry.