If Looks Could Speak....
"Mother, precisely what part of 'I must look out of the window to reflect some more. You can carry on taking dictation of my Life story on the marrow' did you not understand??"
I laughed so hard, my back started having spasms when I found this pic in with the others I had tried to take... I was taking 'Happy Birthday' photos for my mother-in-law (shout-out, Happy Birthday Mom!!) and as I am going through to find good ones to send her (with a message and the animals)... I find THIS look that Miles threw me in the mix. SOOOOOO out of character, especially since I had JUST taken him walkies, cane and all, and that KILLS my back, picked up his...you know... bid-nizz with baggies (it's the law!!), AND fed him a hearty meal of kibble with chicken. I heated the meat and made him a little gravy, mixing it all up the way he likes it (Oh, and that was AFTER he got his 'poopie-treat' which was a FULL stick of Puppa-roni as a 'thank you' for doing it in less than 10 minutes and not dilly-dallying which my back just can NOT take..at least not until surgery and physical therapy).
So I go to grab some snaps for his Glam-ma's Birthday and he gives me THIS "what about my 'after walkies and dinner' nap & massage??" glare.
He may SEEM spoiled. But if you knew how my days were pain..pain...pain...and more pain and now it's pain...Miles makes me Smile...pain...Miles snoring at the door makes me giggle...pain... but Miles needs to be fed so I have a reason to overcome pain, get out of bed... pain in my sleep but Miles is there and so I find -some- Peace.... You would understand, this little man deserves EVERYTHING we can.
I laughed so hard, my back started having spasms when I found this pic in with the others I had tried to take... I was taking 'Happy Birthday' photos for my mother-in-law (shout-out, Happy Birthday Mom!!) and as I am going through to find good ones to send her (with a message and the animals)... I find THIS look that Miles threw me in the mix. SOOOOOO out of character, especially since I had JUST taken him walkies, cane and all, and that KILLS my back, picked up his...you know... bid-nizz with baggies (it's the law!!), AND fed him a hearty meal of kibble with chicken. I heated the meat and made him a little gravy, mixing it all up the way he likes it (Oh, and that was AFTER he got his 'poopie-treat' which was a FULL stick of Puppa-roni as a 'thank you' for doing it in less than 10 minutes and not dilly-dallying which my back just can NOT take..at least not until surgery and physical therapy).
So I go to grab some snaps for his Glam-ma's Birthday and he gives me THIS "what about my 'after walkies and dinner' nap & massage??" glare.
He may SEEM spoiled. But if you knew how my days were pain..pain...pain...and more pain and now it's pain...Miles makes me Smile...pain...Miles snoring at the door makes me giggle...pain... but Miles needs to be fed so I have a reason to overcome pain, get out of bed... pain in my sleep but Miles is there and so I find -some- Peace.... You would understand, this little man deserves EVERYTHING we can.