rainy, windy weekend. and i got sick.
yesterday my doggie went for a walk himself.. for half a day. now that he is 28, he thinks he can just go out like that. i went to look for him, i was worried … in a sweater. out in the wind and rain.
i told him if i get sick, i will kick him. now he is of course acting all nice and lovely.
time for grandma’s traditional treatment to chase away cold:
hot tea with honey and cognac.