Or in my case, the dog makes me late for work.
It started years ago with my first cat, Spice. To him I was merely warm furniture and it quickly became a standing joke between my Charlie and me that we were incapacitated to get a drink from the fridge ‘cause we were “trapped by a cat.”
In fact, as I write this Tic Tac has taken on the role of trapping me.

Jewel really worked it the other morning – it’s like she knew just how much I despise mornings and would like nothing better than to catch a few more winks.

But I think Sookie had the freshest approach. We put her out on the back lead while Charlie said goodbye to me – I turned around and found this …


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