Sometimes, a blog theme just goes ahead and presents itself, without any urging from me. That happened this morning, with my dogs and cats.
Sadie-beagle and I took the elevator downstairs (re: my elevator: picture a rattle-trap cubicle, NOT one of those sleek conveyances you would see in a grand hotel), and she headed out into the backyard. Bernicie and the cats, none of whom are fond of the elevator, scrambled down two flights of stairs to catch up. Bernice, the Yorkie, is so fast, she’s often there to greet Sadie and me when we step out. So anyway, they’re all outside now, and since the various processes take a while, I usually shoot back up to the middle floor in search of coffee. When ready, they all troop up the back steps onto the high deck and come in through the kitchen door.
I came to the kitchen, poured myself a much-needed cup of coffee, and got out the feeding bowls, etc. No dogs at the back door. No cats, either.
I headed downstairs to investigate, and there they were, Sadie and Bernice peering hopefully through the glass in the basement door, Jitterbug the cat wedged in between, and fluffy, aloof ChaCha looking on from just behind them. For some secret four-legged reason, they’d decided to alter the routine–without letting me in on it.
What a picture. I’d better start carrying a camera in my bathrobe pocket!
Make it a good day. I have a hair appointment, and then I’ll be cruising by a neighborhood yarn shop…
But that’s another blog.
