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Is my coffee ready?
Some days you wonder why you bothered to get out of bed and other days you know why…for the coffee.
The Curmudgeon is well-trained after all these years, and there’s always a full pot of coffee waiting for me when I get up. Smart man. I am very crabby without coffee.
I can tell he’s having a good day by if he pours a cup for me or not when he knows I’m up. If there’s a cup on the counter top all fixed and waiting for me, he’s having a good day. If there isn’t, he’s having a bad day.
Not that I mind fixing my own coffee but I do have to admit I find it very sweet when he has a cup ready for me. Got to love the man!
You all have a good one!
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Spoiled brat of a dog.
I had to laugh at Gavin yesterday. It seems that he fussed so much in his crate when The Curmudgeon came down in the morning, that TC took him out right away instead of making Gavin wait until his meds kicked in.
When nap time rolled around Gavin went into his crate only to fuss like crazy five minutes later. I figured it out. He only had his crate mat and no towel to roll up in. Poor baby!
I threw a towel into the crate and within seconds he began to snore.
You all have a good one!
A little piece of heaven in NY
I do love these girls. I have great hopes of going to visit them next summer if all goes well here. This is one my favorite places in all the world.
I often think of how nice it would be to have a little cottage not far from Newfane or another nearby town. Maybe even on the lake in Olcott.
The only thing that holds me back is that The Curmudgeon’s doctors are all here and he doesn’t adapt to change well anymore.
It sure would be nice to live near all my cousins and their families.
You all have a good one!
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