So far, Colonel Deeds’ recovery seems to be going well. He is back to his perky, loving self, wanting to romp. Trying to keep him from trying to play is like trying to stop a bullet with a tissue after the trigger has been pulled.

Last night, he wanted to sleep with me. Harrigan was already up in bed, and I knew it might not be possible for him to join. The Colonel, his wide protective Elizabethan collar, made it onto the bed and figured out how to make it work. It did. What did not work was when he insisted on snuggling under my chin where his head could nestle into my neck. I thought I was reenacting the final scene from Marie Antoinette’s life with a dull blade hacking my neck. At some point during my gagging and cursing, he figured out how to make us both more comfortable to snuggle.

The little fellow has done a good job of learning his new choreography skills as he maneuvers through the house with his protective collar. Deeds really is an intelligent guy.

It appears that the mid to upper seventies will be with us for a long spell with only one predicted 82 degrees popping in to say, “hello.”

I am catching up on my lost sleep and my body is beginning to feel familiar to me, again. It will be a relaxing day with continued research and mapping out plots and storylines.

Make it a great day!

“The little brother”
By Felix Schlesinger (1833-1910)
German painter
Oil on canvas, 52 x 42 cm