So I wasn't in the greatest mood on Sunday. I let the buns out and I went back to bed to sleep.
I wake up, come outside, and saw Poopy but not Cheddy. So I look around and he is knocked out on the kitchen floor like a deflated tire. Look at his face...so flat!
First I had to take some pictures. That didn't wake him up. Then I pet his head. That didn't wake him up. Then I pushed him a little and he woke up all dazed. It really melted my heart.

