As the snow melted, so did the bad feeling from the day before.
So on this lovely Thursday morning, I got up, had breakfast, fed the dogs, and climbed back into bed to snuggle under the covers for a little longer. For the first time in a week, there was nothing I really had to do.
I wasn’t alone…the dogs hopped into the bed for their mid-morning naps too…they never have anything they have to do. I am sort of envious of the lives of my lazy dogs. All three of them are sleeping at my feet—Indy is snoring so loudly that I had to turn up the volume on the television—not a care in the world.
But I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
My dogs have been my security blanket since the move. Moving is always a little on the stressful side—the awkward transition to a new neighborhood, the feeling of trepidation as you hear the things that go bump in the night, the bit of homesickness for your usual surroundings. But as I was contemplating getting a security system, my husband reminded me that I already have one…a live one. I have three dogs that would each lay down their lives to protect mine.
Especially from the cats.
Because according to the dogs, the cats are the most dangerous creatures I could possibly come across! And it is a nice, quiet—and very safe—neighborhood.
The cats notwithstanding.
Have I mentioned how well we are settling in? Other than the resident ghost…there haven’t been many surprises!
Until the next time…I’ll be cuddling up with my lazy dogs for a good night’s sleep!