7.24.2019

July 23, 2019

White Dog was out in the kitchen with Steve, I heard her conversation as I cuddled under the sheets enjoying the last bit of snoozing before starting the day.

Then came the weight on my chest as a fluffy white meteor landed to say, "good morning."

This is what I saw when I opened my eyes:
Turns out Steve was following to find out just WHAT my Tiny Dancer had been rubbing her head in this pre-breakfast time.

1 comment:

meowmeowmans said...

That's a lovely sight to wake up to. But what WAS she rubbing her head in? :)