Once my latest headache broke, I'd promised myself, I would Get Busy. The piles of unwashed laundry alone are borderline hoarder-y, never mind gross, and then there's the necessary wrangling of pet-fur dust bunnies, some of whose size rival that of the cat. I need to sort papers to do my taxes. Organize a drawer or two or 10. Find about six pairs of earrings that have gone missing. And so on -- you get the idea. The chaos is reaching epic proportions, and if it bothers me when my head hurts, it's definitely time to take matters in hand.
But, it turns out, when you have a nearly-16-year-old dog, your time is not your own. As I earnestly outlined my semi-ambitious To Do list, I caught Daisy out of the corner of my eye. Sitting next to me on the couch and just watching me. And, I think, waiting. For me and my attention, which had also been a bit absent prior to the headache breaking.
Putting aside pen and paper, I sat back on the couch and she climbed right into my lap, curled up into a ball, sighed maybe the most contented sigh I've ever heard, and was sound asleep inside 60 seconds.
This, it turns out, is all I need to do tonight.
2 comments:
Wonder if Daisy would take to a baby sling or wrap so you could wear her while doing laundry, etc? I think you might just crazy enough to try that :-)
But glad you got some sweet cuddle time out of the deal -- she's very cute all wrapped up and content.
A perfect way to spend an evening. I am sure her snores are very sweet...not like my Mia who has a rather deep, human sounding snore. :o)
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