Friday Morning Frolicing

Happy Friday Morning Blogger-World!

Well, today I was woken up by my beloved at 6:04am (PST) so that I wouldn't miss the opportunity to witness "marshmallow man". That's right, he believed he looked like a jumbo marshmallow... Of course, if you've read any of my earliest posts, you would think that the only way to verify that he was indeed a "marshmallow" was if the dog was sitting at his feet looking attentive and excited... This however was not the case. Instead Prince groaned in annoyance as Jarred flipped on the overhead lights. And I have to say that I agreed with the dog.

While Jarred looked very "puffy" he didn't really resemble a marshmallow... first of all, his coat is black and navy. I'm pretty sure that they don't make licorice flavored marshmallows...(but I've been wrong before) Not to mention, he wasn't really cylindrical...just "puffy"...with arms...and a hoodie...maybe he could pass for a Halloween peep, but other than that, he really just looked like my Jarred...Oh well, he was most entertained by the thought of being a marshmallow. He'll just go with it I guess.

So today ought to be pretty mundane, just some laundry, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming...*snooze!* But maybe I'll try and get out and about today when I go to the laundromat; maybe I'll wander down to Powell's books in the Pearl District... I could totally get lost in that place for days on end!!! There's just SOOOOOOOO much to see there!

Alright, now it's officially 8:30am, I've eaten, had coffee, taken care of the dog, and now I must finish getting ready for the fulfilling day ahead. Talk to y'all later!

Until next time.

Marshmallow Mania!

Prince is in his usual chair snoozing away. I get up and go to the snack cabinet. All is quiet in the chair. I dig through all the different boxes and bags of goodies and still there is no movement from Prince. I arrive at the bag of mini marshmallows and before I can blink he is in front of me, expectantly seated at my toes. He knows the drill. Sit up, look alert, wag tail. Check, check, and check.


Of course with a dog as adorable as he is, how could I refuse him the treat he so desperately needed? He was rewarded for his behavior with a couple of the coveted marshmallows and then sent on his way. He made it half way to his chair and looked back at me. I think he was eyeing me up! He was checking to make sure that I was putting the bag of deliciousness away and not sneaking a few extra treats for myself. I tell ya, that dog doesn't trust me to let him have the last bite!

Oh well, some day I'll open a bag of marshmallows and look around for my darling dog in vain. He's almost 10 years old and I don't expect him to live forever. So perhaps I'll just enjoy how attentive he is to me now and cherish these moments ...