I got a kick out of Ronni this morning. I was having a lazy morning, just knitting in bed with hot coffee and a bran muffin close at hand. Ronni and Baxter were curled up with me and we were all perfectly content. 🧶🧶
I realized just HOW content Ronni was when I noticed she was watching Maude, the squirrel, on the bird-feeder outside the window. She didn’t do more than lift her head – the rest of her body remained warm, toasty and completely relaxed, enveloped in a blanket on my lap.
Baxter, of course, could have cared less. He was happy with his chew toy.
When I queried, “Squirrel?”, thinking she would jump up, Ronni gave me “the look”. Obviously, there are things more immediately important than squirrel chasing.
This morning, napping on a warm lap trumped squirrels. Ronni repositioned and closed her eyes.
Maude continued to devour her breakfast of black oil sunflower seeds and suet unmolested. Happy squirrel. Happy dogs.
Now, to get back to the baby hat I’m knitting.