Kitschin'

My trainer this morning (I retain the services of a young woman who occasionally monitors my weight-lifting and exercise which, with keeping this blog, helps make my life look at once both virtuous and silly) remarked that, after seeing and hearing of a friendlier side of me with others, maybe this blog is making me softer. Not physically of course, while I do grim exercises with names like "skull crusher", but emotionally.

Basically, we toyed with the thought that maybe posting this daily picture blog about my old dogs is essentially me turning into someone's grandmother.

Here they are in the kitchen, Oates looking at Willie and Willie looking at me.