THE LADY IN RED IN BED
Mlle Renee woke me up at 6:30 this morning. She had to go out and … you know. It was just starting to snow and only sticking on the deck and a couple of the colder areas of the grass. She was out and back in a flash and after a quick rub down with her fluffy towel, she decided she’d sleep in a little longer in my bed … just to keep me warm. She’s a very thoughtful companion. So we slept in until 11:30.
There was a lot more snow on the ground when we looked out the door this time, and though it was falling in a thick untoasted corn flake fashion she decided she had to patrol the grounds. When I looked out a couple of minutes later she was frolicking like a puppy or a human five-year old. (Renee won’t be five until Mother’s Day, which would make her going on to 35 in human years. She prefers to stop counting years at that point.) After walking around the house for a while, she decided that my room and my bed was the warmest place for her to warm up.
Playing in snow can be so exhausting … cold and wet, too!