It’s been 1019 days since I last reported in to The Burnt Crust. You might think I might have amassed volumes to share. Hold that thought, if it’s true it may it may take awhile to get started. I’m glad I have continue to pay for this space to unburden my thoughts through these years since my last visit.
It’s 5:22 AM on a Monday morning and as so often is the case I’m awake long before the Sun, an event that reoccurs far too often these days? I don’t know, maybe it’s age; maybe it’s TB (tiny bladder) or maybe it’s the fact that my fearless therapy dog and almost constant companion, Gabby, was crowding me in bed?
Gabby is a Cairn Terrier or Cairn Terrorist as I often refer to her who although probably only 1/10 my weight and approximately 1/3 my length had positioned herself along my side, forcing me to lay precariously along the edge of my king-size bed. With other larger dogs I would have simply pushed her away. Instead I lay as motionless as possible to not incur what we describe as one of her “Cujo moments”. She is small but she is mighty!
So I put on my glasses and pre-emptively put my hand on her and give her a few gentle strokes to lessen her reaction to my awakening and leaving the bed without permission. I do this as much to assauge Gabby as to not hasten Chari’s awakening that is scheduled to occur in another half hour before she has to leave and begin the visitations to her canine customers.
Several ideas had run through my head before I left my warm bed. One was to add to this blog, others will follow.
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