A Day In The Life Of A Happy, Happy Boston

The dog is usually the last one up in the morning. He will often stay in bed for a while, snuggled under our covers, after my partner & I have both gotten up. This morning I pulled the blankets off of him to be greeted with a sound which can only be described as the sighing of an old man.

After going outside for a little walk, Winston chose to spend his morning chasing the sun across the kitchen floor. He started near the bedroom door & followed the patches of sunlight til they were hiding near the kitchen table.



I left his sweater on after his morning outing because he just seemed so cozy (& I think that he looks rather dapper in red).

When the sun was no longer situated in convenient patches on the floor, Winston perched in the window of whatever room I happen to be in. He likes to be near me & is always curious about what I'm doing. Right now he is watching me type, as he sits in the window of the office on a little red blanket, behind the purple curtains that I put up the other day.

Soon my partner will be home & the peace will be shattered for a moment while Winston launches a full scale invasion at the front door, armed with a licking tongue, happy barks & an excited jumping frenzy will ensue. Most of this insanity is my fault since I will admit to telling Winston that "daddy's coming home" so that he listens for the door to open. However, I really do think that my boy enjoys the welcoming party when he gets home from work.

Wouldn't you?