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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.