Every day at least once, sometimes twice this certain little boy comes to visit me.
He knows there's bacon, leftovers and lunch meat.
Who wouldn't come around for bacon?
He usually forgets to wipe his feet before he comes in but that's ok; I don't usually remember to take my boots off either.
But back to the main issue in hand: Ham.
Who really could resist this puppy face?
Ok, maybe my fingers could.
The main issue is that he hides dog biscuits and eats the real meat.
He hides the biscuits in my t-shirts and under my bed and in my shoes but I continue to feed him dog biscuits anyway. I think I like the sense of wonder, wonder when I am going to step on one and have smashed up dog biscuit bits to sweep.
Then he gives me this face and I have the urge to feed him more ham.
But school is going good other than this week was a rough week. Everyone had the flu. It was horrible. I am still coughing and hacking my lungs up. Mostly everyone is feeling better now after we drug butt through the week. Sitting here in a tank top is nice, but I can't help but sorta miss the snow, mostly because it's where my horses are. On nice weather days like this here there's nothing more that I would like to do but go on a nice long relaxing ride.