We napped today, but my sleepy bliss was interrupted. I heard snoring. At first, I thought it was a dream. Eyes opened and listening.
There it was. Again I heard a snore and then a snub. It wasn't Jilda. She rarely snores.
When I looked over, it was Taz who is Jilda's shadow.
My wife rarely makes a step that her tiny shadow is not in her footsteps.
She was on the Love seat next to my sleeping wife - snoring.
Sitting up on the couch, I picked up one of my beekeeping books and began to read.
Taz realized that I was awake, so she sat up and glared at me. She seemed to be saying - if you wake mama up, you're in big trouble mister. You'll sleep on the couch tonight.
As often happens, the Phone rang. It was for Jilda. I handed the phone to her, grabbed a handful of pastitsio nuts, my glass of sweet tea, and headed to the back deck for an afternoon snack.
Taz was uninterested in the phone conversation, so she came outside with me.
As I looked over at her, I realized that she is eight pounds of Fuzzy love.
