“You will obey dis beeber fing! Feed me!”
Good morning.
I still haven’t figured out how to get the Beaker to the vet clinic without her freezing. It’s only going to be about 20° when its time to leave for her appointment at 0930. I have a carrier, but what do I wrap it with. Some days, my mind just draws a blank from the moment I wake up.
A blanket. Two blankets.
Single digits here.