Beefcake

This is my son Jackson who lives across the street from my daughter  Gabriella.

Hi G-Fans!

I hope the technological blog glitch didn't cause you distress!  It didn't for me because I didn't know about it until a few minutes ago.

So I am sharing a rare photo of my son Jackson.  He is a very handsome boy.  He is a very big boy.  He was middle of the road as a youngster, both in birth order and in size.  But he is a big beefcake of a dude now.  I only know from pictures and what the concierge and Gabriella's concierge tell me.

I will take their word for it.

I guess Gabriella and Jackson aren't as tight as they were when they were younger.  I guess that happens.  Oh well.

Anyway...

Today started out with rain, then slush then snow and back to rain.

How is a dog suppose to know what attitude to bring?

Do we put on our "crazy-snow-enthusiasm" attitude?

Do we put on our "it's-raining-so-let's-take-a-nap" attitude?

I just want to know, because we couldn't decide today.  And it is hard to be annoyed with the concierge if we can't agree on our expectations for the day...

Just sayin'

Anyway....

It is time to turn in, and the concierge, for the second night in a row, put on the electric blanket so my inner sanctum would be snuggly warm when I go up... so I look forward to digging in and sleeping hard.

It is so delicious when she remembers to do that.  It makes me so relaxed that I start snoring as soon as my pretty little head hits the pillows (or the concierge's legs as the case may be).

OK, that;s it for tonight.  I want to get to that blanket.

May you have a delicious place to lay your head so your dreams are full and rejuvenating.

TTFN!

-G