Belly Rubbin'

There’s no clock in my bedroom and I no longer sleep with a iPhone phone beside my head. Every morning I judge the time of day by the sliver of light filtering in through the closed curtains. It’s very…days of yore, a bit romantic and mysterious and I’m so here for it. What is life without whimsy. 

Actually, I can tell time by the dog. She rouses from her sleepy slumber around six every morning. First thing she does is gently roll over for belly rubs. I dare say it’s her favorite time of day, but only because it’s MY favorite time of day. It is the only time of day, in fact, that the belly is presented and that makes it very special, indeed. 

The love of this dog is going to absolutely obliterate my heart someday. How tragic and amazing is that? To love and be loved so completely. No human I’ve ever met has been capable of such a thing. I think that’s by design, otherwise, how would we ever fathom the utter perfection of a doggie.