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.