Last night Dear had some dried sausage from England with his dinner. Tonight I added a couple of slivers of Spam...not a whole lot. Then he pottied, and came back in here & got on the couch & that was 45 minutes ago.
I'm going to keep spoiling him like this until one of us gets tired of it.

I bet he's happy to be home. Although by the look of his one eye, I think he's saying get the camera out of my face.

I'm glad he's home.

i'm so glad he's home! and i don't think he'll ever get tired of being spoiled!?

awwww the good life !

Since he's come home, I have a peacefulness in me. Am I in denial?