I finally found a use for those crutches. While the Pendleton wool bedspread is off at the cleaners in prep for an upcoming visit from a gal friend and her husband, it makes a great anti Barkley device to keep him off the soft blanket in the spare bedroom.
Someone is NONE too pleased about it.
Sorry Barkley, it's Saturday. First there's breakfast, which was oven baked German puffed pancaked stuffed with apples and cinnamon.
Then it's off to Marsh to grab air show tickets. I'll see you later! (and I will bring back pats and treats).