Spencer wanted to go play outside after school, and since it was nearly 70 degrees that day, I agreed. I hadn't heard or seen anything of him for quite some time, so I decided I better go check up to see what trouble he was getting into. I looked out the front door and this is what I saw. Spencer and one of my bottle fed cats, Garfield... laying on the dirty horse sheets I had gathered up and laid on our front stoop (awaiting the wash machine), enjoying the last of the afternoon sun on the first 'spring-like' day of the year.
