But not the kind of sugar you think. This Sugar has four legs and loves to “investigate” everything in my apartment. She’s visiting me tonigt while her person works. I love when he brings her up for visits, but tonight he made me promise not to give her any people food. Sooo, I didn’t give it to her. She just sorta grabbed it out of my hand. She was busy gnawing on it when I was getting the camera out, but as soon as she saw the camera she left the chunk of bread on the floor and came over to lick my face. An apology, I’m sure. She is a really sweet little dog, and I so much enjoy her visits, but they are so few and far between. Her person is always afraid she will act up while he’s gone, and drive me nuts. Too late for that. I’m already nuts. Especially nuts about her.
Sugar does like to investigate things. Like the canister of sweet cereal I keep on the floor next to the computer, just in case my blood sugar drops while I fighting the never-ending battle with the computer. I’m not really crazy about the stuff, so it was tasting a bit stale the last time I tried it. I’ve probably had it two or three years, so I guess that’s not a bad record. We did watch “The Rifleman” on TV before we came in here though. Her favorite show. At least that’s what her person told me. Sugar didn’t deny the statement, so maybe it’s true.
Belly rubs are her favorite things for me to do for her. So I was taking that photo left-handed while rubbing her belly with the right one. It almost takes a contortionist to do that. But it eventually put her to sleep, so I could get to my email without hurting her feelings. After all, dogs are people too.
Back to the bread I hadn’t picked up yet. She seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, so at least it didn’t go to waste. And I didn’t give it to her. Her teeth are bigger and sharper than mine, so I wasn’t going to fight her over that. And I also was keeping my word to her person not to “give” her people food. Never promised I would fight her over it.
One of her favorite positions, when she’s not cleaning out my trash. Her absolute favorite place in my apartment. She is still there, still sleeping soundly, in spite of my coughing. This is the Greater Ohio River Valley. Everybody here is coughing and sneezing. We have the dubious distinction of being the allergy capitol of the world. Doctors from other parts of the country know about this area. It’s notorious for capturing all of the pollen in the universe and we all breathe it in and cough and sneeze, and every one has a red nose.
At one time in my life I had a huge closet the size of my present bedroom, and kept it filled with boxes of tissues. When it got down to twenty boxes I stocked it up again. I don’t have the room to keep enough to last the winter, but I at least try to keep enough to last a week. Since I average a large box per day, that means I should buy stock in Kleenex, or whatever company that makes them.
The frost was definitely on the pumpkin this morning, but I have heard that next week will be back in the sixties. Just wonderful. That’ why I never know what to wear when I go out. And speaking of pumpkins, I still want to get a couple of cooking pumpkins, so I can make some of the wonderful pumpkin dishes I love so much. Pie is my favorite, but soup is good too. And it would be nice to have some pureed pumpkin in the freezer for later during the winter when they are no longer available.
Sweet dreams. I’m gonna play with some Sugar. If I can wake her up.