I’m sick, so this blog is going to be quick.
Last night I moved to the floor. I couldn’t stand the bed any more.
So as I lay in my new bed, I heard Alfalfa by my head.
“Dude, I know its trouble you crave. But I’m asking you to behave.”
Alfalfa let out a tiny squeak; he must have been thinking I was a freak.
But I just lay, hoping to fall asleep before the day.
Alfalfa did something I need, my warning he heeded.
He was good all night, so good it gave me a fright.
He snuggled up to me, to my heart it brought much glee.
I’ve got say for a bad boy, these actions were a joy.
Alfalfa snuggled in tight and we slept together all through the night.
I am starting to feel well, but my night with Alfalfa was swell.
Thank you for all of your well-wishes. I’m feeling better. I hope to be back to normal next week. – Kerry Anne