Do some of you out there have organized lives.  I feel like I am on a ferris wheel.  Going in circles--but doing it up and down.

Molly loves being here with me.  My lap is her favorite place, and when she gets tired of that, she crawls in her crate.  I think she must have been mistreated, and the crate feels safe.

Her stitches have healed.

Pat took me to eat lobster yesterday, or was it the day before?  It tasted really good. I dipped it in a ton of butter, and ate butter and sour cream on a baked potato.   Everyone is trying to put weight on me. 

Who would have ever thought that they would try to gain weight.  Everyone is trying to lose weight.  Either one is difficult.