Gone to the Dog

Good Morning!

Maple woke me up at 5:50 am, so I took her out, cuddled on the couch with her for a minute, and then took a nice shower.  Kendall is working from home today, so I just threw together my lunch for work.

Then I got to work on breakfast...

Oatmeal, of course!  I repeated the half of a grapefruit again, because I loved it.  Also, this oatmeal is pre-stir.  I always stir all the peanut butter into the oatmeal.  Always.  But I wanted to give you an idea of how much add.

I also had a big glass of water.  I've been SO thirsty first thing in the morning.  It makes sense; I haven't had any hydration in over 8 hours.  But still.  I gulp down water like there's no tomorrow.

Last night, I stayed late to finish out a lab, instead of waiting until next week to finish it.  This means I have no lab next week!  I'm so excited about it.  It's really made my day.  When I got home, I found the cutest Valentine's Day gifts from my in-laws.  They brought them over today.  A big washable tote bag that is all cute with red, pink, orange, dark green and gray stripes.  It's HUGE!  Also, some granola bars, teddy bear and a bar of dark chocolate.  Kendall got some pistachios, granola bars, and Goldfish.  Yum!  I settled in with a quesadilla and glass of wine.  I was hungry after all that lab work!  We got to bed a little late, so I'm sort of dragging this morning.

Also, I think it's time for an update on Maple.  She's found a spot that she likes to rest her weary bones after days of sleeping, eating, and chasing the neighbor dogs through the fence.

Yep.  Our couch.  We did not mean for this to happen.  We never intended this.  When we got the dog, we swore she could dominate our weekend plans, but she would not take over the furniture.  Maple had other ideas.  Ideas about cozying up with her bones and chew toys, being near us, but not on us.  Ideas about finding her own quiet solitude to dream of meeting other doggy friends while still feeling like a human on the big people sofas.  We have covered our white sofa with a cheap blanket.  She chews on it and through it.  I have discussed this with her.  She pays me no mind.  She does what she pleases.

It's because she knows I'm helpless.  When I go to pick her up at night, to carry her upstairs to bed, she's already cozy and warm and sleepy on our her couch.  She looks at me dreamingly, and licks at my face, as if to say, "I love you.  Let's cuddle up on my couch.  Come cuddle me."  And then, I'm a goner.  Total goner.  Give her the couch and the house.  That dog's won my heart.