And I thought I could write for an hour or so... |
Underneath my desk is a cozy nook. The dog loves it there, curled up in my blanket that I couldn't find. In finding the blanket, I also found a hoarded stash of puppy treats, perhaps a pound or two! A mostly chewed sock that will never toe a line, my missing sneaker, a teddy bear (MINE!), a slew of her toys, and a dog-eared book. Who knew she read in her cozy nook? A broken candle with wax impressions, a ball. and several crusts of bread. On hands and knees, I cleaned out her nook, while she cried and whined, and did her best to try and snag everything I pulled out. 'Just look at this mess!' I said in a huff. Didn't even look guilty and ran off with my stuff. An hour later it's all nice and clean, and so is my desk (which I'll admit, was quite a mess.) I left the dead sock but kept my book and she's now sleeping, tucked in her nook. On a fresh clean blanket, that sock in her paws, a bone hangs slack in napping jaws. The picture of innocence but I know better, you see. When 'Mom' is busy, this time to play and see what mischief she'll get into today. I'll find out later, I've work to do and it will all still be there awaiting me. For now, she's rolled over and is warming my toes, I get back to writing and on life goes. There's much to be said about letting a sleeping dog be-- Aand there goes the doorbell and she's off to go see... |