Tales from the Bark Side

Short Legs + Freezing Rain = Chilly Belly

I HATE the cold. And I almost hate Mommy when she wakes me up in the morning and takes me outside with the brat...I mean, Lizzie. This morning the grass was half wet, half frozen and all cold. I was still a good boy and did my thing. Lizzie of course took forEVER. I don't get to come in until she's done too and I think that stinks. I snort plenty to let Mommy know I don't like it but she's usually staggering around the kitchen for some form of caffeine at this point.

I'm pretty much over my cold and have really been enjoying plenty of nap time. Which, as we all know, is the most important thing on the planet - sleeping. I don't get why Mommy has to disrupt my sleep so much. Just last night I settle in for a good snooze on her lap and she's up and down, up and down. I barked when she made me get down and that probably wasn't the nicest thing in the world, okay, so I know it wasn't because I got THE look.

So I tried to get in Daddy's lap but on my second try to jump up Lizzie came and stuck her big head in his lap. She's SUCH a Daddy hog some times. So I just had to settle in between the chair and the couch in between Mommy & Daddy.

Okay, time for a nap. Later!