PJ’s favorite place to sleep at the cottage in Toccoa. There’s a heating vent on the other side of this library table.

And he loves it. I even turned the heat up one degree this morning so he could have the heat blow on him. He just readjusts and keeps on sleeping . . . and sleeping.

Even when I call his name, he barely wakes up. Love is the only way to describe him and this house.