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