fetcher in the high

Yesterday morning was one of those mornings where the little kielbasa woke up and knew something interesting was going to happen.  I knew because rather than sticking by his heater friend, george, which he always does on cool mornings so as to maintain his desired body temp of baked potato,  he followed me, making my journeys about the house mildy perilous as I moved piles of fabric and sweaters in a halfhearted attempt to tidy up the messes I made the day before.  Risking the fact that I might stumble over him, so that he didn't miss out on the exact moment when something interesting happened.

Baby dog, whatchoo want?, I asked to his cocked little head after I finished and settled down to do some work on the internet.  I could tell that my noisy little whine generator was bored. 

I stared into his bright brown eyes, and then focused on the very light frosting of gray hairs on his chinny chin chin.   No, I sighed, you're not getting any younger, are you?.. I suppose you're right, something interesting really should happen today, shouldn't it, little friend?    Which is how I ended up raking in the backyard, shaping leaves into chumley high piles and sprinkling kibble in them.  And how the little kielbasa ended up spending his afternoon, happily rooting around like a piglet in search of truffles.   :)