Write a four line poem about: the man who wouldn't stay.
I am enjoying my Friday/Saturday pairings. I don't know if that will become a regular thing or not, but I'm liking it for now.
Wedding was good times. We left Max with Kat's parents, heading out just after 2pm, and didn't get back home to pick him up until nearly 10pm. That was the longest we've both been away from him and he seemed to do really well with it.
He was even very nearly asleep when we got there, so that's an interesting development as well. He's never gone to bed at night for anyone besides Kat or myself. Maybe it's time to give that a try.
A nomadic soul
From tip to toes,
When he is moving
His spirit glows.