Tanning Partners and Tea

It's so nice out today. It's 74 degrees. It's sunny. It's not too hot. It's just perfect.

The perfect day. So perfect in fact, that I'm skipping Spanish to tan. Actually, that's what I was originally doing. Now, I'm skipping Spanish to write a paper. Opps. :)

It's the perfect day though. The birds are chirping. The flowers are blooming. The bees are buzzing. My dogs are barking... Okay well, that's not so perfect, but when they aren't barking they are pretty darn cute.

I put some water out with tea bags to make some sun tea. It's already ready. I'm excited to have some in a bit!

I was laying out on the porch trying to get some Vitamin D in me, since I'm deficient when my dogs came up on the porch. Gunner sat down over on his bed, but Brandy just plopped her butt down on my face. She was literally on my face. Her tail wagging in my eye. I had to move my head for her. What a pushy dog!

 

Brandy Wine

My dog Brandy does this thing when she goes to lay down where she crawls under a blanket then turns around three times. After she turns three times, the blanket is basically wrapped around her pretty good. 

Currently, she is wrapped up sleeping in my bed.

Anyway, last night, I went to bed early. I'm trying to be a better student and get on a normal sleeping habit. Having said that, I have class in a half hour and I have no intentions of going. :) Opps.

So, I had this blue blanket on the edge of my bed and I was sleeping on the other side of my bed on the pillows. Brandy goes to get under the blanket and I woke up because she was walking all over me. She walks over the the blanket and starts nudging it with her nose to go under it. She finally makes it under then starts her circles. She circles once. Circles twice. She starts her third circle then suddenly looses her balance. Her paw slips and she tumbles off the bed. I lean over the edge of the bed and she's just sitting there inside the blankets. I picked her up with the blankets and she looked at me like "What the hell just happened?"

It was pretty funny. She falls off of things a lot. But, she's okay. No worries.

Listening to: Don't Say Oh Well by Grouplove

I miss the days...

Come to think of it...

I miss the days when I was kid or even in high school and I could fall asleep just by willing it so. 

Those were the days...

Here have a picture of my dog sleeping since I'm not...

Listening to: Colours by Grouplove

The Red Ball

    After a long day at school, I walk to my room and throw my books and coat onto the end of my bed. I greet my dogs by calling their names in a friendly voice, and scratch them behind the ear. I walk from my room down the short hallway to the living room. My dogs follow me. I fall into the easy chair and pull my legs up, curling them beneath me. I grab the remote and turn on the tv, searching for a show to watch. 

    As I flick through the channels, Brandy jumps up in my lap and begins to lick the side of my face. I laugh and rub her ear, giving her the attention she wants. She settles down and sits beside me in the chair. I finally find a show. 

    After a few minutes, I hear a whine. I look around. Shiner is sleeping in her bed, and Brandy is sitting in my lap still. It's Gunner. I immediately know where he is. I know what he wants. My head falls back hitting the cushion behind me. I close my eyes. I sigh. 

    Without even getting up, I can picture him by the bar. He is sitting between the couch and bar.  His eyes are big and he is looking up at the sink to the bar. His short tail is wagging back and forth quickly against the carpet. His heart rate is increasing a little, and if I don't get up soon, he will whine again. If I wait a few minutes, he will walk around the end of the couch and stare at me. He will look at me as if he is a child on Christmas morning waiting for his presents. If I wait even longer, he will run from the bar to me. Even after that, he will not give up. He will begin to whine louder as if I do not hear him already. Then, he will bark. If all else fails, he will walk over, jump on my lap and stare at me straight in the eye. He will not give up. He will not give in. He will have his way.

    I sigh again before getting up. I walk around the couch to see Gunner sitting by the bar like a dog begging for a treat. He is not begging for a treat though. He could care less about treats. He wants his ball. Not any ball, his red ball.

Gunner sleeping after a long night playing with his red ball