lazy bones

Never in my life have I wanted to be a dog more than I did this morning. One of the things I miss the most about St. Louis are the house-shaking thunderstorms we would get in the spring and fall. Very rarely does it rain in Denver, and when it does, it is sporadic and relatively gentle. Sure, we might get a roll of thunder here or there, but never the kind of electric storm that sent metal pushpins flying from my walls in college. Now that was a serious thunderstorm.

The last few days have brought the kind of fall weather that makes me love the fall. Dark mornings full of hard rain - perfect for sleeping. Unfortunately I have not been able to enjoy it as I've been working like a dog lately. Speaking of the phrase "working like a dog," I call shenanigans.

Every morning, Jim gets up before me, goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower. When Penny hears the water running she comes and stands on his side of the bed, ears raised, eyes on the door. The moment the bathroom door is closed and she is sure he's not coming back, bam, she's up in the bed. I like it because she's cozy. Here is an example of us being cute.

I know, right?

Anyway, most mornings I like it. She is super warm and also has a very distinct snore that I've found to be soothing. Usually I get up an hour later, she comes and hangs out on the bathroom floor, and I can complain to her about my upcoming day. But, this morning, the betch stayed in bed.

It was still pitch black when I got up, the room was cool and it was coming down outside. Perfect sleeping weather. It took all I had to peel myself out of bed and drag my monster me to the bathroom. I showered, got dressed, fixed myself up, and 40 minutes later, I went back into the bedroom to find her still snoring in bed with her head on the pillow, underneath the covers.

Totally rude. She'll pay for it today though. No peanut butter in her KONG or any good girl treats.