Sofie and Charles agree on one thing when Mom is sitting at the kitchen table, she must be having something to eat, therefore, we must look as pitiful as possible so that she gives us some of it. Sorry but that just doesn’t work, most of the time, but it does, some of the time, so we try it all of the time, because, what do we have but time.
Happiness is a warm batch of grass. I love to see Sofie smile. With all her anxiety and arthritis, it makes me so happy when she can catch a moment of joy. Usually, that is rolling in some grass somewhere. Have a wonderful Black and White Sunday.
Love is a funny thing: you can’t see it, you just feel it.
I love Louise and I am sure that Louise loves me. I know by the way she wakes me up in the morning and how she reacts when I come home from somewhere. It’s the way she looks at me with those brown eyes. It is how she relaxes when I am near. But is it love really or is it just that I am the caregiver and the food source? Personally, I want to believe it is love. Many scientists say it is just an attachment or bond to the owner. But I say if it is not love, then what thing is it?