MiMi wants a fire. It was 8°f (-13.3°c) overnight, heading to a high of 31 and a low tonight of 7. Maddie wants to go for a walk. The temperature has risen into the teens, but the wind is gusting around 30 mph (48 kph), which is fast enough to drive the cold right through my jeans. And, MuMu
wants is screaming to be brushed.
I want to read the paper.
That ain’t gonna happen.
At least not until MuMu has been brushed and Maddie has been for that walk. My wife will light the fire after church – I’m not allowed to play with matches, but my wife is a sap for MiMi’s sad expression and the way she goes and sits on the firewood as if to say: “here it is. You just put this in the stove and…heat.”
It might be cheating to write a short post and load it with cat and dog photos, but these guys don’t seem interested in having me sit at my laptop much longer. Check out the video if you’re cold this morning…MiMi’s not.
Remember this post on Wednesday, when I go over the limit on that whole one-liner thing.