Mi madre se pasa el día tumbada en el sofá. Ya, ni siquiera puede permanecer sentada, pués se cae si no la vigilas constantemente.
Cuando llevamos cada noche a mi madre a la cama, Lolita y Tallulah, se hacen las dueñas del sofá.
Bueno, no siempre.
Lolita, incluso mucho antes. En invierno:
Los cuadros casi nunca están derechos cuando un Borzoi
sobre el sofá agita la cola.
Y en verano:
You have a beautiful mother...Very endearing, like a sleeping faerie...I heard in a movie a little girl explaining that old ladies were faeries. I love that!
ResponderEliminarThe dogs obviously adore her.
I also love your parlor, full of cherished memories.
What a lovely and inspiring post...Thank you for sharing.
Hugs
Marta
Thank you Marta,
ResponderEliminarMy mother is helpless, absolutely. Like a little bird.
Very beautiful the story about faeries.
Lolita y Tallulah are absolutely carefull with her. So tender...
My home is the home of a penniless guy with "artistic pretentions". I don´t agree with "less is more", you know...
Thank you for being so kind!
Besos.