My poor, sweet Louie is sleeping atop the heater vent. He has bandages on his front legs where his dew claws were removed. I stopped by Krogers to buy him a T-Bone steak for the bone ... to leave a lot of the meat on the bone ... primarily to sooth my guilt. Haven’t cooked it yet ... “letting the sleeping puppy sleep.” My poor puppy. He ran from my SUV directly up the back steps to the door. Poor, sweet baby.
Poor little guy.