As I sit on my new couch composing this post, a blanket wrapped around my flu-stricken body, the best furry companion a sick bellman could ask for is fast asleep on my lap.
Chelsea has barely left my side since I’ve been sick – except for bathroom breaks, playtime with my daughter and Milk Bones, of course. Let’s hear for the canine species, kids; they’re steadfast companions on a whole other level.
(Not that the wife didn’t contribute to my recovery as well. But she’s too shy to appear in visual form.)
See you in the lobby, kids…