Mom and I cuddle when Dad takes the D.O.G. for a walk. I admit that I have P.T.S.D.D. Post Traumatic Stress Dog Disorder. I jump at any noise when I don’t know exactly where Cooper is. I’m ok at the beginning of the cuddle since I’m pretty sure the walk will take a while, but when it’s been silent in the house for a longish time, I’m ready to bolt when the outside door opens and I hear the click click click of his claws on the hall floor!
But I love my mom’s cuddles….
There’s no linky today, but that doesn’t stop us from having a great Black and White Sunday!