Downward dog doesn't have to be hard, mom, watch me. I demonstrate. She gives me what can only be described as a death glare. Well okay.
After moving her body for a few minutes, thirty minutes is not a long time, she thinks a nap is in order. I try, I really try to nap, but I just can't. Pawing her arm, she finally realizes I'm serious, I don't want a nap. She thinks I need to potty, puts my GPS tracker on, opens the door. No, mom, I don't want to potty. I run to the kitchen and sit like a good girl below the crock pot. You see, mom's preparing pork roast, and I gotta tell you, it smells fantastic.
How can a dog sleep?
I sit there, just sit, letting her know I'm a really, really good schnauzer.
George W sits beside me, as if. Smelly cat.
She maybe slow but she gets the message and pulls a little pork from the roast.
I'm in heaven. George is too.
We love her.
Thank you mama.
xoxo
Maggie Rose the Schnauzer
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