I Walk The Line
I am happy to report that the knee is better. It was a long night trying to shield my knee from my bedtime companions. Kevin has decided to sleep with his favorite canine. When Bo tires of his little buddy he heads to the foot of the bed and waits for me to lift the covers with my foot so he can hide out. The canines want to get up early and be escorted through the porch and have the outside door opened. I have a system. I get up and throw my big fleece robe on and slip my feet into the slippers with depictions of doxies on the toes. This is after I assist fat Eddie to the floor. He will only walk across the sheet, no covers, and you have to hold his back end until his front paws touch the floor. He is very stubborn and will protest loudly if his routine is not obeyed. I walk out on the porch with the dogfood scoop in tow, then I release the hounds and while they attend to personal matters, I open the big container and scoop out their food. On the way back to the warm interior, I grab ...