Dog warming

Isolated log cabin. Secluded home with view. Barely tolerable house with fantastic float plane garage. Outhouse. Heated outhouse.

Wake up! Wake up! Buying Alaska is on over and over and over again. The warm Italian coast show was over hours ago.

Hibernating much overrated.

Maybe the cat is right. If you’d get up, you’d not have cold.

Do I look like the Snow Queen? No need to see Russia from my front porch. I can see snowy clumps falling from my couch.©

Molly here. Staff is a lump on the couch.

The Alaskan snow pack and tissue drift here: alike, but different: avalanches possible.

No doubt a direct result of the cat bashing Staff on the head repeatedly demanding dinner.

Has nothing to do with my leap onto the couch to warm Staff who has cold.

The cat. Blame the cat. Molly is here to help.

What? Remove the blanket corner from my mouth? A little damp. The cat did it. Oh, it does appear to be hanging out of my mouth. After an early life on the streets, it’s normal to try and hold on to what you have. Besides Staff discourages the mouthing and mauling of sleeves even out of affection.

Uggs are so much tastier – toastier. But Staff says 80 degrees is too hot for Uggs. I say, ignore the damp bunny on the right. Nothing to see there. Hop-a-long now. ©

Odd Staff has been sprawled on the couch all day.

Not much available space, so let me just drape a leg or two over there, and a chin here…so I can see if – yes, the eyes do open.

Warmer now? Cold gone? Walkie?

Well, it appears Staff is moaning something about needing up.

Yes. I can help do that! Dogs are known for their happy tales!

Take the tale of an old Beagle in rural Texas.

Having only recently found a forever home, Buddy was not going to risk losing his Person. How could he be sure the frantic men in the Big Red Moving Box were OK? So he leaped onto the rear running board and clung on for 20 miles as the ambulance raced towards the hospital until another driver flagged them down. Whew.

Note to Staff: Buddy gets to honk the horn.

I could honk the horn, too, but Staff won’t let me behind the wheel.

Have you noticed how good I have gotten at turning on the overhead lights?

I think you need to settle back down – that honking you are making is pretty weak. Never be good enough for the Moving Box. Better practice my paw work just in case? No? OK.

Ready for another up? 

Some puppies just got the move-in date a little mixed up. Almost a disaster.

Some of us know how difficult life on the street is especially in frigid weather. So when the pack heard there was a shelter opening up, they ran right over. Although the accommodations weren’t quite finished, they young pups decided best to huddle inside anyway. Maybe the security guard winked and just let them be. Despite an unexpected blaze, the entire pack was rescued by firemen, placed in the fire truck, and are now safe and snug until forever homes can be found for them.

http://www.click2houston.com/news/fire-destroys-unfinished-facility-designed-for-homeless/29791222

Something nudged the dogs to that place. Now all that’s needed for a happy tail ending is for their luck to hold and forever arms to hold them. Their temporary lodgings are here.

Hopefully the homeless men and women this shelter was being built for will also find safety and a warm happy life. It is the season of good will towards man and beast.

Warming up? Still got cold? 

OK. How about shelter dogs nobody wanted rescuing others? 

Now that’s worth a wiggle. A real treat. Dogs rock.

What? Taking up all the room? Well, dog rocking does tend to move objects over.

I have seemed to have sunken into a horizontal position along the couch back.

Pretty warmish here now. Cold gone?

Time to fix dinner? Great. Nothing like the oven to chase off a chill.

What? Head cold? Why didn’t you say so? I thought only the blanket-covered parts had cold.

That darn cat. She’s in charge of sitting on heads.

Always says she’s on top of things. (Snort.)

At least change the TV channel on the way to the kitchen. Snow blind by now.

Either The Amazing Race or an NFL game to get the blood and paws moving!

Or CSI: Miami. Much less cold there than Alaska.

Nothing like a house warming, right?

Smiles à la carte.

Yours in paws,

Molly, the Marvelous Malamute

Hey. You can open the freezer, right? Mom has cold so she won’t need that ice cream, so how about dishin’ some up for me? Fine. Some for yourself, too.©

 

 

 

 

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