Thursday, September 29, 2011

A Jacket Doesn't Always Mean A Walk.

Poor Buddy.

I put on my jacket because I'm chilly.

But, she saw me get my jacket so she roused herself off the sofa, where she had been sleeping, and came over to let me know that she was up for a little adventure and that she was ready and willing to go with me.

Poor thing.

So loyal, so sweet, and not about to let me go outside alone late at night (it's about midnight, our time).

So not willing to miss a walk.

Now, of course, she's disappointed that we're not really going outside (if I thought we could be quiet, and not wake up the neighbors, we'd go out for a few minutes, but I don't have any illusions about that).