Thursday. My grandma is doing well and my cold is finally gone. I’m not sure if it’s the heat, my hormones or the fact that I’ll be going back to reality soon but today it’s not a good day for me .
Poor Pooh is still a “boy dog”. The step that my dad built didn’t work. His girlfriend is too tall for him. This evening they are going to the vet to see if there is something else to do.
I feel sad about that. Love shouldn’t be so difficult.