You would think I would learn. After three dogs and a set of twins, quiet does not always equal calm. I am not sure if it is my coffee that stirs things up, or the fact that I am working and possibly distractible. But nonetheless…
Looks like a tarp right? A tarp with some water. You know what is coming, right?
That flying blur of fur would be Miss Stella. Racing. Fast crazy circles around the deck, onto the porch, and back through the tarp. In water. Repeatedly.
A brief pause in the spontaneous chaos paired with the look that says, “What? What!”
Slower speed? Yes. Finished? Not quite.
A few rounds of “soccer~volleyball” through the water puddle tarp before calling it quits for the morning.
Just one last quick circle and I’ll drop it. I promise.
What? What! I just wanted to have a little fun before you take me to the vet tomorrow. I will not be able to run like this for a little while. This time tomorrow I will be knocked out cold under the knife. I should be able to have a tad bit of fun, right?
All done now. Maybe you should ask the coffee shop for decaf ice next time.








