When I wpould baby sit my grandsons We’d go pud muddling. They were always cleaned up before Mom and Da would get home. Now my girls are granmas and from some of the pictures they send me the boys blabbed and my girls followed in my muddy footprints.
I know this is a comic and that this is a reprint. I’ve known since reading the end of the first run what was coming sooner or later. I’m still crying.
I get that my husband was a vet Vietnam Era never in country. Cancer got him anyway and they picked up all his meds and doctor visits. God bless you you’re a hero in my book.
Thanks I feel pretty blessed I am in pretty good shape I have never watched my diet. I look around at the class members I have left and some look better some look worse. Yup even though Red is a boy I kind of was of the same cut he is. My childhood’s dog was named Red.
Both from what I readI feed them on my porch