{ Mornings with Droopy Eyes. }

Lately, my chilly - winter mornings are consisting of my (our) bed, glasses at the tip of my pale-freckled nose, hot mug of Teavana tea, Blackberry --reading updated blogaged and almost 6-month-old Amarillo friend, Droopy Eyes. Miss Droopy Eyes, aka, Meggie Mae, has progressed into a fine little lady. She no longer grunts like a little piggy, minimum accidents, and no longer sleeps in the bath tub anymore. However, she still tries to climb into the shower while it's in use. Not as obnoxious as before, but her progression is becoming much better. As of recently, Cal and I have been stepping out of our comfort zone and letting our furry little girl roam as she pleases while 'Mom and Dad' are away. It's only an hour or two, ('Mom and Dad' grocery shopping and what not) so far, Meggie has had no accidents and 'Mom's' glorified Christmas tree was still STANDING! Quite impressive for a little lab pup. It will probably be a whole another year until we will completely trust her out of her kennel alone. Nevertheless, progress is progress, right?

In the last month or so, Meggie has developed a new, but strange obsession of crawling and sleeping underneath beds. Maybe some of you might not think its weird, however, Cal and I have never known a dog quite like that. It's very weird; for one, Meggie is not a tiny puppy and two, she can't even crawl out afterward! Luckily for Meggie, her 'Daddy' loves her to pieces. A few days after this obsession turned into a daily habit, Cal went out to good 'ol Tar-Zhay and purchased bed risers. Awe! Just for his little girl. His facetious reason was so Meggie would be more comfortable. (At least now I know when we start having kids, Cal will be very adjusting to our kid's needs/wants.) Even though, I feel like an Olympian when I practically hurdle into our freakishly tall bed; peacefully, I will know our little girl is at least breathing and snoozing away.

Pictures before the bed risers:

Why hello, pretty lady!

Suck it in Meg.

Tuckered out.