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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Morning glory

Because I am very sweet, loving and whatnot, I like to make a nice pot of coffee in the morning. Being more partial to coffee drinks with fancy, Italian names, I usually pour myself a small cup and drink about half if that while Mister Choochoo takes care of the rest.

This morning, I was in the middle of dumping coffee into our French press, when Pooch happened by. She stopped, did a little tap routine and stared at me expectantly. I said some words. She did another little dance, this time with a song. I said more words. Satisfied with our exchange, Pooch continued to her crate (which is more of a large tent with windows) to do whatever the hell she does in her crate. Sometimes she likes to lick her bed very slowly, eyes closed. But I digress.
I returned to my coffee-making-project, only to realise that I had no idea how many measuring spoons I'd already put in. So I guessed. The result is pictured below. Look at that! That is blacker than Satan's personal exit tunnel, that is... But hey, I'm awake.





4 comments:

Secret Agent Woman said...

The dog intentionally distracted you, for her own devilish reasons. Maybe she likes you better WIDE awake.

Me, I like my coffee mild.

haphazardlife said...

I totally love the retro cup!

Anonymous said...

Things get retro if you keep them for long enough /owner

choochoo said...

Agent - Pooch does all sorts of things for reasons that nobody but Pooch could possibly understand. Her brain is a mystical wonderland.

Jazz - they're Bilton!

Ano - that they do. Then they're suddenly hip again.