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.