Once again I had call upon the neighbors for help to get The Curmudgeon into his bed. He was down and couldn’t get up and I cannot, will not lift him.

He demanded I lift him, I refused and went looking for help. I really didn’t want to call 911 again.

Thank goodness for the young men next door!

They got him safely into his bed.

Then Lucy had to say hi to both of them–she’s spoiled that way.