wakey wakey

 




Of all the guilty pleasures I hold in my repertoire, there is nothing more guilty or satisfying than that of disturbing my poor sleepy little boyfriend when he is burrowed deep under cover of blankie.  Peeling back the covers as if opening a much anticipated Christmas present, and finding my toasty little sleepy sausage dog inside. Watching tiny chumley blink blink blink as his eyes adjust to the bright light, and giving him a big fat kiss on his warm furry cheek before returning him to his peace. 

Most of the time, when the little kielbasa finds himself so rudely disturbed, he groggily puts up with the fuss and waits til his blankies are replaced so he can go back to sleepy slumberland.  But some days like yesterday, he slowly rouses himself with a stretch and a yawn, and a very very hopeful gaze.

gee mom, did u maybe wake me up for a little snackie or sumptin?