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.


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.

Anonymous 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.