Sunday Morning Spooning!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

I love the weekends because the pace is different.  No one is getting up early to head off to work and I am not getting up early because I forgot to pack the someone’s lunch who heads off to work.  My dogs love when everyone is home and Vern seems to up his walk bys just to see if Dad is still in bed. 

The other morning after I took the dogs out, Fudge wanted to go back to bed and stopped on John’s side of the bed and started wagging her tail and wanted up on the bed to be beside him.  Once up on the bed she always faces him and makes sure her worst side is facing me and then starts to draw him into her belly-rubbing web by pawing him until he delivers the goods.  Sometimes, I try and take over for him and she all but shrugs off my hand and I can just hear her thinking, “back off, sister, this is between dad and me.” I learned a long time ago with two daughters that dads are special to little girls and even though I may be the only one who thinks I am the better parent, I have found it is better to keep that information to myself or risk being told otherwise.  No one needs to know that I have already declared myself the winner in the parenting and dog ownership department and really every other imaginary contest between John and me. I could go around shouting, “loser,” to John whenever I scored a point in my head, but people tend to get concerned when random words are shouted out, so I just say it on a need to know basis, although not everyone agrees with the need to know part.

Sunday morning, however, Fudge realized when John turned over that she had two choices, 1) accept me as a belly rubbing substitute or 2) continue to paw the world’s greatest “How was I supposed to know you wanted me to do something?” excuse giver of a man the world has ever seen.  Fudge is no dummy and quickly decided my belly rubs were better than no belly rubs and before you know it we were spooning with her back up against my front. I never once kidded myself that if John happened to roll over in her direction she wouldn’t fire me on the spot, but it was sure nice while it lasted.  I remember John’s and my spooning days when long before menopause kicked in I actually got cold once in awhile and would cling to him for warmth. 

I can still remember his high pitched screams when I said, “marriage means I never have to say I am sorry for what I am about to do, “ and then would put my ice cold hands and feet against his skin.  Long gone are those “share some of your warmth with me,” days and nowadays, when he looks over in bed and sees my heaving body in a state of undress and my glistening skin, he often says, “you’re hot,” followed soon after by, “and sweaty.”  I think it is my bright red face that scares him the most and the realization that he has traded in a Popsicle for a red-hot dollar.

 

My kids used to hate when I said anything about spooning with their father and I still have fun when Megan calls and says, “watcha doing?”  The other day I told her we were going to try and give her a little baby brother or sister and all she said was, “isn’t that like making a chicken using old, expired, shriveled up eggs?”  She seemed to have no problem spouting off one derogatory adjective after another about what I can only deduce is a thinly veiled reference to my eggs.  I used to say we had been spooning and when I got the expected, “you are so gross,” comment, I would always add, “it could have been worse, we could have been forking.”  Now, before you say you heard Phoebe say that line on Friends, I can’t prove it, but I have said that line for years and I can still remember hearing her say it and screaming at the TV and to everyone within hearing distance, “she stole my line.” None of this is neither here nor there because my story is about spooning with my dogs and I got sidetracked.  I may be too hot to spoon with a human, but like most things when it comes to Fudge and Vern, I am willing to withstand physical discomfort to make them happy. 

For the last time, Fudge, my arm is hurting!

Luckily, Vern gets as hot as me and can only stand it so long before he rolls over and decides smacking me with his paw is a much cooler activity.  Fudge, however, if I catch her at the right time will curl beside me for hours and likes me to hold her paws.  She is so soft and smells better than Vern that I really don’t mind and in fact, just might count it as one of the things I love most about Sunday mornings.  I always think to myself that the world would be a more peaceful and loving place if everyone had a moment like this to start his or her day.  Sometimes, the simplest things can be the best.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Nancy, The similarities between Ned and Vern are amazing :) Vern just wants someone to get up, too. I love Ned....he has personality :)

Lisa, No, start marking that calendar :)

[Lisa, Daisy & Dexter]

Aw, thanks Ladies, I miss you guys more than you can imagine...at first it was hard but it's getting slightly easier, if only I could stay at home....oh well, 7 more years...is is too early to start a mark of calendar?

[Nancy, Ned, Clancy, and Charlie]

Now that my dh and I are retired, there are no Sunday sleep ins.  Ned decides when people should wake up and bugs until someone (I) get up.  To accomplish this feat, he grabs a toy, chortles, and jumps on the sleeping bodies, then off the bed, then on the bed, on the once sleeping bodies, then off the bed, then.......  If someone (I) get up, Ned is satisfied and quits the morning exercise.  He doesn't want to be fed. He doesn't want to be petted. He just wants someone to get up.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

F, I am not as sharp as I once was :) Too much spring cleaning :)

Jay, LOL...all I can say is...Lola has very good taste :) She must like them big and messy! Thank you for making me smile! F is right. If this gets serious, Lola has to move here!

Carol, LOL...my kids are used to just about anything :)

Donna, LOL...love the power surges :) Yes, I prefer spooning and forking to knifing John :)

Lisa, I am so glad to hear Daisy is doing well and you finally are working at your job :) LOL Poor Mike. Tell him if you didn't work, he would get better treatment. Just don't tell John I said this, since it has not worked out well for him :) Nice neighbors....they sound like they love sweet Daisy. I do miss you!

[F, Calla & Luca]

We miss you!

[Lisa, Daisy & Dexter]

Ha ha, yes it is a real job now...no DK time ever! I am surviving the withdrawals but still lurk a bit to make sure everyone is still doing fine.

Daisy is fine, Daddy is the one neglected. I pick her up everyday after work and take her to her favorite park...she is off leash and just runs and runs...we are there at least 45 minutes to an hour and then we come home and try to throw dinner together. Mike is not complaining but he is use to way better treatment ha ha. Mom is coming tomorrow to be with Daisy while Daddy is gone for a week so she won't be too miserable.

Yes she is still attended to by two sets of neighbors, sometimes there is even conflict if one comes when the other usually does but they work it out on their own. She clearly misses us though, once we have dinner she is all about the snuggle now which is totally different than when she was with me all day.

[Carol and Banjo]

Ohhhh I like Power Surges!!!!

[Donna K & Quincy]

I guess either being spooned or forked is better than being knifed. :>))) Any cadoodling sounds like a great thing to me but I do understand the hot factor, we won't call them hot flashes we're strong women we'll just call them power surges. We're not menopausal we're tropical. That is a great picture of Vern and another great blog.

[Carol and Banjo]

Just seeing this now....LOL....good grief....I wouldn't dare mention forking to my kiddos.....I can't even imagine their reaction!   

[F, Calla & Luca]

Another budding doodle romance. Be advised that Laurie will never let Vern move away.