The other night I heard crying and whimpering.
I thought Paris was having a dream so I reached down to his bed on the floor and NO Paris!
He had somehow gotten stuck underneath the bed!
I miss Paris sleeping on my bed with me.
Here is a photo of Paris on my bed with Buster the cat.
I miss Buster too. He died a few years ago. They were good friends.
Today it's cold again and the weekend. A good day to sit on the couch and cuddle my favorite blind wonderdog!