Sunday, October 26, 2008
We've got a batch of poor weather coming through today. Rain and wind and general nastiness out of the south-soutwest. Blowin' a gale out there right now in fact.
My sweetie and I are having a quiet Sunday morning. We slept in a little bit, then I made popovers and coffee for breakfast. We've got to do the grocery shopping at some point, but thus far we are both still in our flannel pajamas and in no hurry to put on clothes that need to be buttoned, fastened or tied.
Our little dog Quinn is lazier every day of her life than we are on Sundays. At precisely 11:49 a.m. today, she yawned, stretched, shook her ears and crawled out from beneath the covers where she sleeps near our feet. She climbed down out of bed, wandered into the dining nook, yawned twice more and looked up at L. Well, she kind of looked up. Her eyes were not entirely open yet. And she leaned dangerously to one side as though she might fall over.
Quinn wakes up very, very slowly.
L picked her up and the little pooch curled gladly into the pose you see here and snoozed for another half hour. I wish I could have such a schedule, even on one day a week, never mind her rigorous regimen of seven days a week. Wake up when I feel like it, wander out toward breakfast, cuddle into L for another half hour, hit the bathroom and then climb back into bed. Humph.
Talk about a dog's life.