Tuesday, July 3

Dog day Tuesday morning

Some days have two beginnings. I got up at 5:30 this morning at the insistence of my fur kids . . . fed them . . . let them out . . . went back to bed to read.

Apparently "reading" is an activity misunderstood by dogs . . . well, one dog anyway."Hey Mom, aren't you getting up?""HEY MOM, aren't you GETTING UP?""Mom, if you don't get up, I'm going to take your new issue of Somerset Studios.""Or . . .""Wait. . .""I'm going to steal the remote control!""GET UP!""Mom, I would NEVER be bad like Atticus, but do you think you might want to pet me?"I give.
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7 comments:

  1. angels -
    of all varieties
    all around us -
    and I wrap my wings
    around you...

    xox - eb.

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  2. This is so darn wonderful! There is nothing like a furry friend.
    Just look at those sweet faces... makes all right with the world.

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  3. And for this, we love them fullyl!L

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  4. whoops, that was me above. Dee Dee

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  5. Too funny, you can see the mischievousness in Atticus' eyes!

    Dani

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  7. oh your furry kids are a riot. Mine is on an adventure with my husband this week and I sooooo miss him, the dog not the husband!!! hee hee!

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