Good Dog, Tucker!

My terrier Tucker never lets me leave his sight, unless he’s crated.

He senses my moods. He feels every ache. And he shares any pain.

My senior boy truly looks out for me.

And today he was extra busy.

I have the flu (in spite of the flu shot), and have been home recovering.

Tucker was so happy to have me around today, but looked very concerned when I attempted to go out and shovel the 12 inches of heavy new snow in the driveway.

He once again stole my warmest old muffler in an effort to prevent me from going outside.

But being stubborn I, of course, went out anyway.

Luckily, I didn’t last long.

Tucker had started barking at me outside the window and wouldn’t quit until I did.

Some days that dog sure is a whole lot smarter than me.

Actually maybe most days.

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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.

The Cat’s Pajamas

Frigid temps didn’t deter Santa from making a stop here last night with his bag.

My little diva Junie B. was quite pleased and surprised with her festive red and green gift from the jolly white haired fellow.

“But Junie B, aren’t those the cat’s pajamas?” I inquired.

I then detected a soft growl, but she still managed a sweet smile for her photo thank you card for the big guy.