For once, Creampuff has the right idea. She’s snoozing in the sun. I’m sitting next to her so I can keep an eye on our ditziest housemate. We’re in Cathy’s office, trying to distract her from her work.
“Website makeover!” she mutters from time to time. “Hassle. Frustration.”
That’s where Creampuff and I get busy earning our food and treats. We lighten the mood. We give the mom perspective.
“Gracie, why are you lying in the sun?” my mom asks. “Dogs don’t tolerate heat well.”
True. Eventually I’ll move to my own bed and Creampuff will go off in search of new adventures. And in just a few minutes, I will nudge my mom with my cold nose, reminding her I need a walk. Her work can wait. I can’t.