The Monday Miracle

I remeber getting up a couple times during the night because ashley can't get off the floor. what this usually means is she's either pooped on the floor and wants to get away from it or that she thinks she might have an inkling of a feeling back there that something, maybe possibly, might come out and she somehow has a recollection that she's supposed to go outside when she gets this panciky feeling. But when I lift her up, there's nothing there. weird. i let her out the back door because she doesn't want to use the sliding glass door that we're standing in front of (I haven't figured out why), and then run back to bed because it's 55 degrees in the house and the floor is cold.

before lying down though, i watch her eat some dirt which has become the number one dog treat recently. A couple minutes later after i've drifted off back to sleep she bangs the door with her nose and i tromp back to let the princess in.

waking up to no poop means that a miracle has happened. no, really a true divine intervention! I enjoy a carefree morning passing out cat treats and boiling water for coffee. i feel like i'm on vacation.