Luvamoose sees the bright sunshine out the window and goes bats. I mean apeshit crazy. She must go for a walk. She's whining, she's headbutting me in the bed, she's chasing her tail, she's knocking stuff off of other stuff with her tail, making an ass of herself and generally acting like a FOX anchor person. Granted the sun is big and bright and streaming in through the curtains like Niagra Falls, but I sleep during the day, and I sleep hard. I'm good at it.
What Luvamoose doesn't take into her puppy equations is that it's 21 outside.
Oh, well, what is love if it's not dragging your ass outta bed to freeze it off? So for a walk we go. I stick my feet in some boots and grab an old ice fishing bubble parka to pull on over my PJ's. So if you happened to catch sight of what appeared to be the world's hairiest baglady walking next to the world's happiest dog that would have been me.
We get back from the walk and L-Moose has the audacity to take 6 steps in the house, lay down and lapse into a canine coma. I, on the other hand, have been up for going on 3 hours now.
What Luvamoose doesn't take into her puppy equations is that it's 21 outside.
Oh, well, what is love if it's not dragging your ass outta bed to freeze it off? So for a walk we go. I stick my feet in some boots and grab an old ice fishing bubble parka to pull on over my PJ's. So if you happened to catch sight of what appeared to be the world's hairiest baglady walking next to the world's happiest dog that would have been me.
We get back from the walk and L-Moose has the audacity to take 6 steps in the house, lay down and lapse into a canine coma. I, on the other hand, have been up for going on 3 hours now.