Well last night we had the pleasure of knowing what it must feel like to sleep on a cold concrete slab.
At some point in the recent past the heater to my waterbed died. However, I didn’t realize this until I was in bed last night.
So it was a longgggg cold night for myself and the pack. But my sweet Jazzy who refuses to let life’s small mishaps have any affect on him whatsoever, stay on the bed today as I emptied it, slide out the old heater, replace it, and then as I refilled it, all curled up with his blankie and toy friend.
I think there’s a deep message in this…lol