One does not have to have entered their golden years to enjoy the well-being that comes from taking time for an afternoon siesta with a furry four-legged friend...
At lunch or dinner, she does not beg for food. Which doesn’t stop her from giving me the eye… the look. Pathetic, unrequited starvation.
Eventually, it is up to me to find all the balls while she stretches Sphinx-like on a chaise catching some sun and watching me forage in the foliage.
Winifred and Mic Jagger would be best buds. She knows you can’t always get what you want, but you get what you need. And she knows how to get it.