Dogs, Snow and Beanbags

Ok, so we've gotten hit with a pretty good snow storm last night and this morning. And we had a delay by 5am for work, so I tried to sleep in. I had to giggle quietly listening to my brother let all the dogs out and do the feeding routine this morning, knowing my 3 don't like the white, wet, cold stuff. I am sure they ran out did their business and sat at the door shivering while looking martyred. His two I am sure thought it was a blast. And when I did get up, it was obvious by the tracks in the back yard all over, that this was so. Usually as soon as the dogs finish eating they go back outside to do more business. He had a roadblock there. My three weren't at all excited about that idea!

I don't think they were outside longer than two minutes than he gave in to the martyred look and the heavy shivering from my three and let them in. Of course he thought he'd get his two to come in too. He had a hell of a time convincing them to come in and quit frolicking in the snow. His dogs aren't used to a whole lot of snow in Portland, so they think this is fun, then come in and jump right back into bed with my sister in-law. I was expecting shrieks for that idea, however, I was disappointed.





My little old man then came up to the top of the stairs at the kiddie gate and started whining to be in with us. Oh well, so much for sleeping in. So here I am, blogging a bit this morning, ending up with a day off (thankfully due to weather), and watching him sleep in one of the bean bags. I do believe he and his daughter, Thumbelina, think we bought those bean bags just for them. Or that they are the best invention since sliced bread.

He likes the pink one as it's a bit smaller and easier for him to nest in.