Silly Little Words
My fluffy little alarm clocks (Teddy and Stewie, my Yorkies) went off at 7:00 am, their usual time to start their demands for the day. Usually, I say "No!" to them, "Go to sleep!", and they'll curl back into position with one eye carefully watching for the slightest movement from me. Today was different, though. I had to get up. I love to lie in bed for an extra 30 minutes before I face the day. I had an appointment at 9:00 that was 45 minutes away, so I had to get moving. I woke up agitated from a comment my husband made to me the night before. (I had tried to ignore it and not respond.) As I prepared breakfast for the boys (how I refer to the dogs), Stewie stayed on the couch and refused to eat. Great. He always eats. Now I would worry about him while I was gone. He had been very whiny the day before, so I wondered what was wrong. No time to deal with it right now. I had an appointment to keep. I got in my car and the "low tire pressure