Morning musings

Snow and ice aren’t very nice,
once thoughts have moved to spring.

Still sleeping in can be a win,
such warmth those blankets bring.

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My Funny Valentine

Today was our 24th morning with below zero temps.

The weather’s getting old, both for me and my handsome man Rex.

Midwestern winters can get a lot worse than this one, still we both knew we needed to shake off our sour attitudes some.

Rex grabbed his napping brother Tucker’s letter jacket for an early Valentine’s date at our favorite coffee and crepe shop.

We immediately knew we’d scored a win as we walked in the door and smelled the sweet scents from the oven.

Though my glasses were steamed up as I approached the counter, I could see there was one chocolate chip cookie left just for us though Rex preferred the long, thin crispy wafer that came with our cappuccino.

Rex was attracting more than a few smiles in spite of a mohawk that’s gone radically rogue. In fact, I even thought I caught him winking back at a couple of stylish young ladies at the next table glancing his direction.

But then a slightly older, smiling woman walked up to us and said, “Oh, but I can tell he’s a good boy. In fact, a VERY good boy! I can see it in his eyes.”

Suddendly Rex looked up at me for a moment and gave me some sweet and gentle kisses on my hand.

I warmly nodded at the woman and told her, “Oh, yes. This loving Valentine is most definitely a winner.”

A groundhog and a growl

Junie B. was busy finding her place in the sun on this frigid morning as I announced, “It’s Groundhog Day.”

“And it seems Puxatony Phil’s expecting 6 more weeks of winter.”

I detected a tiny growl.

“Hey, that’s not so bad,” I added. “The local weather man is actually predicting another 8 to 12!”

With that, Junie B. jumped off her perch and made a fast retreat back under the thick blankets atop her dog bed.

My girl knows a long winter’s nap cures most everything up here in the midwest.

Even a case of the blues.

Red, white, and very blue

Poor little Junie B’s been trying to keep a stiff upper lip with our daily below zero temps.

But after two weeks of the stuff, she finally put her paw down this morning.

She barked something about not coming out of the covers until we’re waving the red, white, and blue next July.

“But Junie B., I just heard the weather folks say we could actually see temps in the 20s tomorrow.”

“And that’s ABOVE zero!”

Skeptical as always, my girl let out a tiny growl as she settled back in for another long winter’s nap.

I wasn’t surprised in the least.

After all, Junie B.’s quite the little firecracker.

Naughty or Nice

Influenced by his chi sister Tinkerbelle, Rex has taken his role as ‘Elf-In Training’ quite seriously.

After I helped him put on his official t-shirt today, Rex ran to the porch to survey the field in our snowy back yard.

He seemed to be keeping score of just whose been naughty or nice.

Those rambunctious rabbits received seven boisterous barks, with the squirrels scoring a mere two guttural grunts.

Looking a bit worn out after his shift, Rex retired to his comfy Christmas crate.

I tried to remove his little elf shirt for him, but he responded with a tiny growl.

Rex is two years old now, and a feisty fourteen in dog years.

Perhaps a little attitude is to be expected, since he is a teenager.

Though I admit I still started to sing “you better watch out, you better not cry” while he softly snored himself to sleep.

Just in case he was listening.

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What goes around comes around

“You’ve got a job to do,” I told Tinkerbelle this morning.

Though I knew she probably didn’t understand.

I’m pretty sure dressing up in a Mrs. Santa Claus costume wasn’t exactly something Tink had signed up for.

“But Tinkerbelle, spreading holiday cheer this December is even more important than usual.” I added.

“After all, the news lately hasn’t been exactly sweetness and light so I was thinking you could help out a little. You know, maybe spread some of that fairy dust around.”

She finally seemed to acquiesce.

So I quickly slid the little red dress over Tink’s head as she excitedly tried to chew off the $1.00 thrift store price tag.

And she appeared even more excited once she eyed the original $20.00 tag directly underneath.

I’m pretty sure it was my imagination again.

Still, I told Tink we’d be donating the difference to the food shelf which is one of the many causes the thrift shop supports next door.

She then looked up at me for a while and slowly licked my hand.

In turn, I rewarded Tink with a treat which she immediately carried over to her chi-brother Rex’s food bowl.

I watched her drop it in.

It seems that Tink maybe one very sweet, and smart little cookie after all.