Sunday, September 20, 2009

Wound Tight

When you're fourteen in dog years and you can hardly hear, when it is time for a nap, well... you go for it. It doesn't matter what happened that day, or what is going on around you, you've not a care in the world.

You curl up for a little snooze.

Or, if you're feeling really crazy, you stretch out and do a leg tuck not caring what's happening with your hair, I mean ears.

But, if you're me, I mean Libby, sometimes at the end of the day, you just can't relax - even in your slumber.

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