Mom has been spending time on her comfy chair with a small block of fluttery stuff in her hands for a while. I am ok with this as I can take my guard spot between her knees and enjoy looking down on the furry ittybittychittery things that have been scurrying around.
Apparently this “book” she has been reading, ” The Ancestors Are Arranging Things”, was written by another two-legger who was nearby so my two-leggers went to meet her.
Whatever- I stayed in my jail and enjoyed the warmth.
Then we went for a jaunty journey through the woods where Mom and Dad kept telling me to sit and wait- I just wanted to run up and down!
But it was great fun, as was the paddle later!
Oh, and no residual effects from my toad hunting adventures.