Maebe started it, you see. She
will not sleep in a crate. She will sit there and keen and her lower lip quivers
and she is about the most pathetic thing you ever saw. And of course the boss
ma'am is a pushover so up on the bed the Biggie goes.
Well, then, Spring decides that if the Biggie is on the bed, well then, a Wild
Hair Terrier should be there too. Up she goes.
I slept in my kennel for a very long time. It's safe. I'm off duty when I'm in
there so I sleep pretty well. But I did begin to wonder. If both the grrrrls are
on the big bed maybe I am missing out on something. But I can't figure out how
to get up there.
But then one day it just happens. Poof! I am up on the bed. It is big. Soft.
Tempurpedic perfection. No way am I going back to the kennel.
So now there are 5 of us up there. We dogs hang out with the ma'am, mostly,
because the boss man hogs his side of the bed. But sometimes we get bored. So we
make up games. And so is born Tempurpedic Twister. Here's how it works:
Me: Terrier to boss ma'am right leg.
Spring: So easy. Brown hound to boss ma'am left hip.
Maebe. Piece of cake! Whigle to boss ma'am left foot.
Me (scootching over): Got it! Terrier to boss ma'am left leg.
Spring (grunting): Wait a sec, easy does it...almost there...whoops!
Me (whispering): Ha ha, Spring! You lose! Twice! You fell off the bed AND woke
the boss ma'am.
Spring (also whispering): I'll get you in round 2!
Oh, and by the way, I have been Inspired.
The boss man takes pictures. Everybody knows
that by now. In fact he goes to school to take pictures. Well, I guess the
school comes to him through the computer, but you get the idea.
AnyLoo, part of the boss man's job learning how to take pictures is to look at
lots of other people's pictures. Sometimes he shows them to me. There are lots
of good photographers around.
But I found the best. Bar none. Emotional. Evocative (I learned a new word, they
are that good). Inspiring. My daily walks will never be the same.
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