the sun spot

Those clean white sheets, the soft cotton comforter warm from the dryer. Add one Tater post pup class, and you have freshly peed on bedding...and so it goes. Life is funny like that. I was just reminded by one of those cliche sayings, "sometimes when you don't get what you want, it's a blessing." With Thanksgiving around the corner, I'm eager to head home, fall alseep on the floor with my feet pressed up agains the blower from the wood burning fireplace (did I mention I'm always cold?), hike in the woods with the pups and be with family, maybe hit a winery with my best friend, get out the t-ball set with her kids and pitch like I'm a pro.

So the pups are mischevious today. Tater has been pruning my house plants and tearing up the backing paper where the wood flooring ends. When they ran upstairs, I spied (to make sure they weren't dining on dry wall). They found the money spot, and were laying in the sun. So, I brought in the dog bed to make the nap more comfey. And away they snore.

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