I've decided to adopt Bob Marley's philosophy (but not his rumored affection for marijuana) and not worry about a thing because everything is going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright, all my friends.
You can see how much Woody has grown. He has almost outgrown the little bed although he still likes to squeeze in there for an afternoon nap. The orange bed is the next size up at our house. It's on top of a five-foot tall cabinet that holds a few other items. He has started clearing everything else off the cabinet, then grabbing the bed in his teeth, dragging it to the edge and heaving it over the side. Yesterday he did it 4 times. Once he dragged it into the kitchen. What is up with this new behavior?
And now for the weather report:
And remember, sing it with me: Don't worry, about a thing. Every little thing is going to be alright!