Nice weekend

With lots of pool time, a little yard work, etc etc.

I tried to go to bed last night, only to discover this on my pillow:



[sigh] The stench isn't the worst part. The worst part is the indignant looks I'm subjected to for snapping a picture and disturbing his sleep.



And, yes. He stayed in the same spot all night long.

"Why are you laying on me," asked Mr. Abby?

Yorkie, I replied.

He nodded, scooted over, and the two of us divided the share of the bed that wasn't occupied by eight pounds of cranky little dog.