“On The Fourth Day Of Dogmas, The Puppies Gave To Me…
. . . Four days of pizza, Three paws a-falling, Two pups in snow drifts, and an extra mutt to take out to peeee”
After the big snowfall in Chicago a couple of days ago, the three pups went for their morning walk. Murph was lagging behind, and then I felt resistance on the leash – I assumed he was peeing, something he seems to do a lot! Turning around to see what he was up to, I found out that he had jumped into a snow drift, and sunk all the way down into it, leaving just his head poking out of the top, with one of his trademark goofie grins. So adorable. On the walk back, we were crossing the road near the park, and there was another smaller drift on the other side of the road. Crossers, having seen the cuteness of Murphy’s stunt, decided he’d try the same trick. Leaping perfectly onto the top of it, the panic hit his face as he realized it wasn’t the fluffy snow that Murph jumped into, but an ice pile. He was quick to get into ski position, but on the first mogul lost all balance and slid down on his back. Of course as soon as he made it back onto his paws, he tried to flash the look that he knew what he was doing, and it was all just for show.
Yesterday was the lead-up to the big freeze. The puppie walk was going well until on the way back, Ami suffered three ice/salt paw blow outs in very rapid succession, and only having one paw left, simply fell into the snow with a whimper. Yes, I did laugh, and feeling bad that I laughed, I carried her the rest of the way home.
Today was my 4th consecutive day eating pizza. That really has nothing to do with the puppies, but they were drooling at the pizzas. Well, one of them was, the drool-machine, Murphy. The pizza fest has stemmed from laziness – Missy came over to watch movies and stuff four days ago, and we decided it was too cold outside to eat somewhere, too cold in my apartment to cook, and so the pizza number came out, and 40 minutes later, delicious pizza arrived. This was ordered knowing that I might be going to Artful’s place the next day, and knowing that we’d probably be having pizza. From the same pizza place. And we did. These two pizza sessions meant that there was a lot of leftover pizza. Another movie night with Missy last night meant that some of the leftovers were devoured, and then the fact that Chicago has a wind-chill temperature of -37F today pretty much meant that I wasn’t going anywhere to eat today, and with a few slices of pizza still left over for the chomping, a 4th consecutive pizza day became a reality.
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