We went to bed last night knowing there was a fresh dusting of snow on the ground. And so it was that when I woke up this morning to the little dog’s whining and sniffing at my face to go out, that I found my self annoyed and not wanting to get up. Laying there all wrapped in my cocoon of flannel sheets and extra blankets I simply did not want to face the icy chill I knew was waiting for me.
But, the little dog was not taking no for an answer this morning. I grudgingly forced myself out of my comfort zone, and instead of letting the poor little dog out I thought, I’ll just let him out of the room and he’ll go find Bob. Bob will let him out! So I opened the bedroom door, and hearing those little tappy toes prancing down the long hall looking for Bob and the express pass to the outside for relief…
I closed the door and crawled back into my cocoon. Aaaah…
Just on the verge of sleep again I hear the little dog! BARKING! I snuggle down deeper into the warmth of my covers.
I hop up to find the little dog sitting at the mud room door and barking at it. Apparently Bob was indisposed and little dog really wanted out! I feel bad now. Quickly I put on his little red jacket with the imitation fleece lining and send him out the door.
I’m up now.
Donning my robe and slippers I find my way to the kitchen, pour coffee, and then return to the mudroom to let the little Pupcicle in. Taking off his coat and wiping the snow off of his pads I tell him,
“Good Boy Tucker!”
Later this morning…
There is some irony here don’t you think?