Time sure seems to fly. Kyuss turns four years old today.
It doesn’t really seem like that long ago I was picking him out from his littermates; a tiny, 4 week old, little brown sausage.
We haven’t done much today; just played in the yard.
This evening, once hubby dear is home, Kyuss and I are going to go for a nice long walk. Maybe we’ll stop for ice cream.
He loves vanilla.