Franklin does his best with numbers. He is also clean, having had a bath Monday. He is stylin’ now. I thought he was getting obese. When he was lying on the floor, he looked as large as a rug. Once the fur and mats came off, I could feel his ribs. While pleasingly not skinny, I would not call him obese. I did, however, cut down his access to the kitty fud a little. He won’t starve.
Also, since their Dad passed away, I have not been alone in a room. I woke up from a nap yesterday in the living room, and all three were close by. What a great crew. I’m also getting used to people asking me where the Wonder Husky is when I go for a walk. The neighbors know about Earl, but not Tipper. Life is settling down a bit.