Life The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait Shawshank, May 2, 2025 Pippin and Podrick kinda let us sleep in this morning. I’m sure pippin was some place else, and for the most part I didn’t feel Podrick blunder over the bed. I heard a couple of mews, and then some giggling, but that’s about it. Before I knew it, I was being nudged awake. And now,… Continue Reading
Life Ooh, mamacita, now you’re ringin’ the bell Shawshank, May 1, 2025 One day I’ll sleep all the way through the night. Only had to get up once, but every time I rolled over, I woke up. It was a tossy turny night. And I was totally stuffed up. It’s spring time on the prairies. I could feel the tiny bull bounce all over the bed in… Continue Reading
Life Just own the night like the 4th of July Shawshank, April 30, 2025 It’s bright and sunny out there, so I guess that means it’s a new day. I’m awake, but I wish I was still asleep. I fell asleep quickly, but it felt like it was a light sleep for most of the night, for most of the days this week. Maybe tonight I’ll sleep all the… Continue Reading
Life My give-a-fucks are on vacation Shawshank, April 29, 2025 I’m awake really I am. Podrick was really good this morning, and wasn’t too crazy before I woke up this morning. He was just teleporting around the bed. I was just so comfy – just my neck and my back is all stiff and sore. The neck is from how I sleep, and my back… Continue Reading
Life We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die Shawshank, April 28, 2025 Well, Crystal slept in the bed last night. When we brought Podrick home, she didn’t want him to get hurt or stuck or anything like that. So she slept on the couch for a couple of nights. Yesterday, she hopped back into bed, bringing the tiny middle with her. Most of the night was pretty… Continue Reading
Life A saxophone was blowing on a Rock and Roll show Shawshank, April 27, 2025 I don’t know how, but Podrick has figure out how to get on the bed. Some time in the night, he was trying to play with me. And once I rolled over, I felt almost a pin prick of heat. I had to look, and he was cinnamon rolled in Pippin’s bed! I’m pretty sure… Continue Reading