Brunch: The Dutch
Despite his jet lag and my post-hospital fatigue, we are trying to get our groove back.
Scenes from a Saturday morning.
Wallace’s family is back in one place and normal weekend bagel runs have resumed.
I’m out and about in the neighborhood and I STILL want to touch all the dogs.
Freedom! Straight to the good stuff.
Showered and in fresh PJ’s. Hoping to get sprung from this joint tomorrow.
All visitors who make a Buster reference pass the friend test.
It seems Wallace has acquired a raincoat in Williamsburg and he’s pretty pleased with it.
For all concerned parties… Wallace is vacationing at Mickelle and Andrew’s Brooklyn Beagle Farm.
Greetings from Mt. Sinai hospital, where I have been since Saturday being treated for an infection from Friday night’s dog bite. (I removed those posts since I had not yet informed my parents.)
One second and everything changes…
Poor Wallace. He is still so sad that his dad is away. I went and picked him up at lunch and brought him to the office.
It’s been awhile since I had a satisfying gift wrap project. (The present inside is butterfly themed artwork.)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch. Wallace disapproves of all this parental travel.