Two unrelated Lily stories to end a shitty day:
1.) I’ve noticed an odd quirk about this dog. She simply does not like getting her feet wet. Whenever it is raining, she will simply go outside, turn right around, and come back in with a “I’ll hold it” look on her face. When it stops raining, she absolutely refuses to walk through any puddles. She’ll stop like a mule, and if there is no way around the puddle, I have to pick her up. And at night this spring, when there is dew on the ground, when we do our bedtime potty, she refuses to get off the sidewalk. I have to push her on the butt into the grass, and then she will grudgingly do a quick potty and then come back onto the concrete. I find this odd. And no, there is nothing wrong with her feet.
2.) Last night, because it was warm, Lily was sleeping next to me on top of the covers. When it is cold, she sleeps underneath them nestled up against my right thigh (she and Tunch have worked this out somehow- she gets the right, he gets the left side). But around 2:30, I woke up because Lily was kicking me. I thought she was dreaming and running in her sleep, so I just moved a little bit. But then I looked at her and noticed she was wide awake, and was now taking advantage of the extra room and stretching. I looked at her and said “You have to be shitting me. You couldn’t move? You had to wake me up and make me move so you could stretch out?” And then she looked guilty and rolled over and offered me her belly, so I pet it and everything was ok.
I love my pets.