The other day at lunch the dogs were going wild but they did not want to go outside. With my arm in a sling it is difficult for me to lay down comfortably for any length of time.
|Daughter, be my pillow ~|
Misty Blue goes into the spare bedroom on the first floor, jumps on the bed and barks. When I walk in the room, there is an obvious expectation that I sit or lay in the bed. It doesn't take long and the others claim their spot.
|Love you G-ma|
Notice how I kept a pillow around my bad arm.