growing roses....they still have thorns

The garden has become my happy place. Its so funny that this has become something I enjoy. I thought for sure this would not be the case. that is what I get for all those gardeners in the family.

When I am out there Owen comes and sits or lays down. I cant type as we speak because he is trying to get me to pet him. My love is 21. I am 44 so that makes him 21. I think he can vote now. :)

My Owen is slowing down. He isn't as loud, he isn't steady on his feet, he is frail. But....he loves his heating pad and he loves being next to me. We are a pair.