Every time it starts to get even the slightest bit cold outside, he gives me baleful looks and I have to coax him out of bed–which is no easy task because I’d rather sleep in myself.
The mornings and evenings have gotten really brisk this week–I tried to work on my costume on the porch last night so in case there’s a liquid latex accident, I’m not destroying carpet, but it was so cold it wouldn’t cure. :\
“It’s not Russia, Napoleon…”
Every time it starts to get even the slightest bit cold outside, he gives me baleful looks and I have to coax him out of bed–which is no easy task because I’d rather sleep in myself.
Your dog is a character…
And apparently, I’m losing my comic touch…
You’re not losing it, my brain isn’t attuned to ‘funny’ this early in the day. 🙂
I guess I could have said he was being short with you…
OH wait oh wait I’ve got one! “It might not be Russia, but I can see Russia from the house.”
A maverick would not hide under the covers!
I should have named him Putin, he’s all rearing his head over the comforter.
I can see it! I can see the K. G. B.!
It’s 77f here. That sounds nice, until you realize the air is made completely out of humidity.
The mornings and evenings have gotten really brisk this week–I tried to work on my costume on the porch last night so in case there’s a liquid latex accident, I’m not destroying carpet, but it was so cold it wouldn’t cure. :\
77 sounds nice…minus the humidity. Ugh.
Haha, napodog…
Na-pollllllll-eon Suppppppppperstar!