Tuesday, July 31, 2012
I Don't Wanna, and You Can't Make Me
Chloe and I enjoy wonderfully lazy mornings at the lake. I usually wake up to her sleeping at the foot of my bed. She lifts her head as if too say, "It's too early to get up", then crawls up and snuggles in against me for some cuddle time. Many mornings I wouldn't need a shower because of all the puppy kisses I get (well, if I was a dog).
This morning was typical. After cuddle time, I started the coffee and took a shower, while Chloe was outside. I watched some Olympics, read and commented on a couple of blogs, checked my Twitter and Facebook. Feeling a little guilty, I went outside with a cup of coffee to see how Chloe was doing. She didn't get up when I sat down. Laying in the shade, she was keeping track of all that was going on in the resort. Chris was raking the beach, Larry was outside having coffee, kids were on the swing. Things were as they should be.
Eventually, I thought we should go for our walk, as we do every morning. Best to get it done before the heat kicks in. I hook her up and off we go.
We stop and see Larry for a second and Chloe seems full of spunk today. As we leave, she grabs her leash in her mouth, as if she's taking me for a walk. Jumping, leaping down the road. Mentally, I am planning the things I want to get done today (mind flip--I'm ready to get back to work. Shhh. Don't tell anyone!) She gets her "business" done early, but we keep walking. Chloe needs a lot of exercise!
We walk as far as a friend's house. Chloe comes to a dead stop. Does she want to go a different direction? I give a tug, and stay on our path. She walks a few feet and stops again. I tug again. She stops again.
Evidently, we don't want to walk any farther.
I turn around and head back to Sandbar.
Chloe tries to run. Sorry, honey, we ain't runnin'.
We get back to the trailer and she heads for the door. A drink of water, a treat, and she heads for the couch and her pillow.
Time for a nap, I guess.