A Monday Wake Up Call for Monkey
Monkey was burrowed so far into the blankets that, had it not been for being short one dachshund at breakfast, he might have kept on dozing right up until noon
Monkey was burrowed so far into the blankets that, had it not been for being short one dachshund at breakfast, he might have kept on dozing right up until noon
According to my dachshund clock, it's a quarter to 12. If you ask the dachshunds though, it's always time to eat.
Me: "You're on my puzzle." Montgomery: "If you didn't want me to lay on your puzzle, why would you put it on the coffee table in the sun room?"
It's a Sunday in late June, 92° and the humidity is tropical. There's only one to ride out this heatwave -- nap time with the doxies!