The other day Sean was somewhat grumpily picturing a future when Bulldogge Manor becomes Petless Manor. That is because four days out of five we come downstairs and find that one or other of our three pets have vomited somewhere during the night. Or coughed up a furball. There always seems to be something temporarily wrong with Dorothy or the cats, and sometimes, what with full-time jobs and a baby, it can all seem a bit much.
So I thought I’d shift the focus away from our pets this entry and instead give you a picture of Dorothy’s very dashing Texas cousin, Kramer! Here’s Kramer loving the USA at a Independence Day parade: