06 – Bagpipes in the morning, second edition
My roomies were not so enamoured by the thumbs-up I gave. They felt it was rather a form of encouragement.
My roomies were not so enamoured by the thumbs-up I gave. They felt it was rather a form of encouragement.
It’s a rather . . . enthusiastic method in which to greet the light of day. On the plus side, the way in which Miss Corene jolts awake cracks me up each and every time.
The majority of this weekend has been spent with ze birdies either cuddled in the crook of my shoulder or napping on my lap. Aw, I missed you too, babies.
One of the best parts is that there are so many random paths to follow.
(Just make sure you don’t end up hiking 5 hours through the valley of beautiful destruction, as occurred during the last time we went to Banff.)
I may have sung a few The Sound of Music tunes during our stay.
And this was Pekoe waiting for her walk:
Her reaction cycle was basically as follows: “Is it time yet? Is it time yet? . . . Noooo. [dejected slink away] Is it time yet? Is it time yet? . . . Nooooo.”
“Now I know why I never finish my milk.”
“Why?”
“I never wake up in time for breakfast.”
“Guess what? If you stretch out this receipt tape, it reaches from that counter over there to aisle Psych 221.”
“. . . You actually measured it.”
“It’s fun!”
“You have too much time on your hands.”