Dogs and Swearing

Briton's second grade teacher was, and continues to be, a light in our lives.  She made him I don't know how many pans of Chicken Parmesan when Dale was sick, and on until she moved out of town.  She's now a ceramics artist, and for my birthday I ordered a little trinket dish for myself.  The business card she included featured this

Could you just die?  Hi, Biddle!!

I'm going back and rewatching Season 1 of "The Pitt."  As I watched an episode last night, I picked up my last cross-stitch project.  It was painfully (in all senses) slow going, but there are a couple more letters here now.  *Not for the faint of eye.*

Do you think professional censors also use strategically placed measuring devices?

Tap isn't feeling too great today.  One end of his gastrointestinal tract (I shan't say which 😳) is, um, actively troubling him.  He is understandably cranky, and doesn't want me to touch him, yet will crawl into my lap if he has a chance.  Let's hope it's a one day thing.