Doggy hungry and eye bothering him; only 1 a.m. in the Tiny Russian Village…

Boza had issues and I medicated him, but he still desired food. Well we walked at 1:30 a.m. and then feasted. Well at least he did. Three packs of doggy food and a bunch of chicken mixed in…

Now he is sound asleep, full and at peace, but I sit here wide awake and it is only 2:30 a.m….

Oh well!

Therefore, I will grab a cup of coffee and surf the internet. I would rather be sleeping a few more hours, but hey, life is what life is…

Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. — Confucius

Have a nice day…

WtR

About the Author

Russian_Village

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.