Thursday, March 08, 2007
Since I started working away from home a few days during the week, Arthur's 6 p.m. dinnertime has gotten all thrown off. Not that he doesn't still do the hungry snuggle whenever possible (see May 3 post), but now it's not every single night.
Too bad he can't bring me his bowl in his mouth like Snoopy does. (Or walk on two legs, for that matter.)