It has been unusually warm this week and snowy, which is great, but it is hard to enjoy when Wentzle has a cold. (that he gave to Carlin and I) Sometimes, his nose runs like a faucet and he has a cough that makes him sound like an old lady that smokes a pack a day. Othertimes, he just blows big snot bubbles and fights with us when trying to wipe it away.
Poor Went.
We hope he recovers soon.
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