Whenever my home gets quiet, I get really nervous because I know that Carson is either missing or up to something very mischevious. I realized the other day that my talkative little buddy had disappeared. I began calling for him, then searching for him, then frantically searching for him, then asking neighbors if they had seen him... when I finally spotted him napping in a most unusual place. He must have been beyond exhausted to fall asleep on the stairs!
The Opposite of Hate isn't Love
7 years ago
