Because it really is personal…

The only thing better than a lemon slush, when you’re feeling sorry for yourself, is a puppy. Poor thing, she dug into a yellow jackets nest and now is snoozing off a dose of Benadryl. This house, she is full of invalids today. Terry’s doing better, having discovered that if he rests his broken arm on the top of his head, the swelling goes down for a bit and he’s more comfortable. Roxy (the puppy) has discovered that yellow jackets aren’t the thing to mess with, and when she quit yelping and carrying on about their rudeness, discovered she was getting extra attention and snuggles. Poor wittle fing.
As for me, it’s laundry, buying groceries, avoiding with great vigor the bathrooms, which growl when I walk by. I fear the funky odor in the house is eminating from the bathrooms, but I truly do not feel like doing anything about it.

Anyway, Puppy pictures for you.

Lacy is dubious.

Deny that face anything, and see what happens.