It was farm share week. The peas were consumed on the car ride home . . . a secret, selfish treat.
Jack and I are spending time together by the couch. Last night we shared a chicken breast… a treat with no strings attached. . . completely free of worries about fat or long-term health.
I have been quilting the Global Warming piece from the bottom up. Each stitching session adds wonderful texture, bringing disparate elements into unity. . . the pleasure of making.
Dinner included carrots and basil from the farm – very healthy treats. All the taped episodes of “Nashville” that I’m cranking through while eating my healthy dinner? A guilty pleasure.
Jack has perked up a little on day two of prednisone. But really? I think it’s all the treats he’s getting. We are going to keep him comfortable as best we can.
ahh, poor poor Jack. What a sweet and trusting face he has. May his days be peaceful and filled with treats.
thank you, Ginny. doesn’t that face just get you?!
…what a lovely batch of treats…how nice that you can share them..much comfort to all of you……cynthia
So glad you and Jack are having treats and time together.
how perfectly lovely you can share your treats with Jack, it’s these moments that count really
It does, Dee! He is so sweet. He is a lucky dog to have a family who loves him so much. Treat therapy never hurts.