Unavoidable observations of a dog sprawled across my lap, writing be damned.
1. These blond eyelashes crack.me.up. And they’re two-toned – some caramel colored, others yellowish white – so she’s looking pretty fetching. (You see what I did there? Huh?)
2. Her paws smell like Fritos. Crusty, salty, sitting-around-in-the-hot-sun Fritos.
3. Her breath is trash. I don’t know what crawled up in there and died but damn, dog.
4. It’s hard to get any writing done when I’m constantly stopping to run my fingers down her impossibly silky ears. Sooooo soooofffffttttt.
5. It’s like the tail version of Red Light, Green Light over here. Look at the dog – THUMP THUMP THUMP. Look away – quiet. Look at the dog – THUMP THUMP THUMP. Look away – oh so quiet.
6. How does she drop off to sleep like that? Here one minute, eyeing my keyboard, gone the next like a ton of bricks dropping off a rooftop.
7. These paws are paddling away like she’s running the 100 meter dash. Wonder what would happen if I tossed a hurdle in there.
8. And there goes the mysterious sleep fart. It never fails – head whips up, nostrils flare, tip of tail flicks with a “who dares to make that noise around me??” air.
9. You, Phoebe. You dare to make that noise around you. And us. And anyone else in the vicinity. And that smell is trash.
10. It must be nice, living your life secure in the fact that the world revolves around you. Time to eat, time to sleep, time to get some snuggles…geez, human, what else have you got to do?
I tell ya, some days the smell of Frito paws and the feel of soft fluffy ears are my saving grace ❤
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It’s the little things. Plus caramel M&Ms because let’s get real, sometimes there’s gotta be sugar involved. But mostly it’s the little things.
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Gummy bears 😛
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I’m having a really hard time deciding whether to come back in my next life as one of my dogs or one of my cats. Or one of either of my kids’ cats. That would work too. Cats aren’t expected to be constantly adoring like dogs are, so that might be best.
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They all have a cushy life, man. Loves, foods, water, loves…
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Phoebe is a sweetheart. They sure get us trained in a hurry, don’t they! Murphy let loose with one of her sleep farts last night. You know the kind……starts taking the wallpaper down. My eyes were watering so bad I couldn’t see some of Poldark!!
🔹 Ginger 🔹
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I know that pain.
Phoebe was in a ridiculous state last week, we couldn’t hardly sit near the poor thing. Finally hubby thinks to ask if a whole piece of cheese was “too much” for her. She’s got the constitution of a 90 year old, AND YOU GAVE HER A WHOLE SLICE OF CHEESE?
Bless. 😂
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Aw. what a sweetheart.
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She surely is. 🐾💛
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Ha! Some of that sounds like my cats, especially the part about the world revolving around Phoebe. We put up with a lot of fur and smells and demands for food, but love them just the same. Phoebe is adorable!
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Thank you! I make fun but she really is precious and oddly catlike. Hubby grew up with dogs & says she’s the most in-doglike dog he’s met — I think he’s right. 😉
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That’s funny since I have a cat who sometimes acts more like a dog. Perhaps these two need a play date?
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😊
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