The Little Pack

This morning, the very act of me waking up caused a major celebration amongst the animals. Before I even got up, every time I moved even a little, Jackson barked jubilantly and leaped off the bed. Cheyenne came and gave me kisses on my face which makes me nervous considering I’ve seen what she eats outside. So I finally open my eyes, and what do I see but several toys strategically placed around me. That would be Jackson’s doing. I should I explain I am not a morning person, at all. But I oblige and throw his toy a few times before I even get up!  Once I get out of bed, complete chaos ensues. Dogs start racing around everywhere, the cats are crying, Dixie and Jack are bringing me their toys, IO is leaning against me, Chey is playing with a toy (what is that about lately? very strange), Archie starts crying, and I call him to me and he comes to me! He lets me pick him up and put him in my lap, which is maybe only the 2nd or 3rd time ever. He is not a lap cat. And then my husband asks if I want a cup of coffee and brings it to me. I really couldn’t ask for more this morning. A husband and a whole pack of animals that love me!

Chey Upside Down

1.    Her snaggle-tooth when she is happy. Whenever I scratch her belly she gets the goofiest look on her face complete with this weird grin with at least a canine, if not half a mouthful of teeth showing.
2.    Before dinner when she sits and I pat her on the head, tell her she is a good girl and to eat her dinner, and she kisses my face as though to thank me. I cannot think of anything sweeter in the world.
3.    Victory laps around the house when we first get home. Hilarious to watch—she bounds about, kicking her back legs out straight behind her like a deer.
4.    The unbelievably soft fur between her ears.
5.    When she watches TV and thinks that she needs to defend our household from the lion or bear she sees in the “window.”

A side note regarding the picture above: Note the sock in the middle of the floor… Dixie loves to steal our socks and carry them throughout the house while we chase her and say “Gimme that!” so we now have socks strewn from one end of the house to the other and we can never find a matching pair!