I’m having a bit of a sensory moment. Ok more than a moment. A sensory few days.
Beau, stop breathing on me.
But, Miss Katrin how will I know you love me if I’m not Right Here?!
Beau, get out of my face. Stop. Breathing. On. Me!
I get up and move away.
He follows.
Whining now. Getting even closer.
But, Miss Katrin. How will I know you love me if I’m not RIGHT HERE?!
Beau, stop whining and stop breathing on me. I’m having a day.
But, Miss Katrin. How will I know you love me if I’m not Right Here?!
Beau, how about right now I don’t love you in my face?
What?! You don’t LOVE ME?!
Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I do love you. (I pet him and remind him I really do love him.) Just can I love you from 2 feet away?
Harrumph. Fine. I will lie right here at your feet. 2 feet you said. Here are your 2 feet. See, I’m not touching you. Shoes don’t count.
It’s gonna be a day. I can feel it already. Gonna be A Day. Sigh.
