I wake up early and make a cup of coffee thinking (praying) I could have a few moments peace and quiet before my day got underway. From the bedroom in the bedroom (Dharma’s crate), I could hear wailing. A sound so loud and shrill it probably cracked a vertebra or two. Now Dharma hadn’t been in her “bedroom” all night — just for the last few hours after I took her out in the middle of the night and she wanted to play during my sleep time. Still, she wanted OUT of that darned crate and she wanted the neighbors to know it.
It’s not quite daylight, mid-sixties with a bit of rain, and I think playing outside will wear the heathen down. Torturing Gracie is what Dharma lives for. (It’s sort of like me and my brother were years ago… wait… it’s STILL like that!!) Torturing Gracie is also strenuous activity that results in a nap — a puppy nap means your toes, computer cords and all those objects close to the floor are perfectly safe for a short time.
Fast forward two hours and the hounds look so cute rolling in wet leaves that I dash inside to get my camera. Within the minute and a half it took me to get back, they’d gone their separate ways to explore the backyard and I missed the chance to capture that memory. So, I snapped this instead:
