Before opening my eyes in the softness of the pre-dawn dark this morning, I knew it would be another day of gloomy, somber gray skies and blustery winds.
The wind, although not howling or storm-worthy, had been steadily moaning through the leafless branches outside my bedroom window all night – as it has for much of the past week. Dreary days like this make good spinning days, but not much else.
Still, I awoke with a smile and although it was time and past to rise, I enjoyed several more minutes snuggled under warm blankets with not one, but two warm dachshund bodies glommed close to my side, snoring lightly.
Peace, quiet and warm dogs. What a lovely way to wake up.
Nevertheless, my desire for coffee eventually won out and I gently freed myself from the blankets and warm fur. Uncovering toes and warm bellies earned me groans and stretches, and finally a couple of sleepy heads emerged.
By the time my upstairs morning routine was completed and coffee was poured, the duo had awakened, scampered downstairs and pestered Jer into bundling up and taking them both outside to potty. Yay Jer!
Coffee mug in hand, I headed back to bed, ready for the rest of our early morning ritual of coffee, biscotti and belly-rubs. I guess this is their version of doggy bagels?