Two pieces of background info:
- I have a MASSIVE stack of end-of-semester essays to grade for my writing students. I’m doing this in bed because it makes it a little more tolerable.
- I keep a box of treats on my nightstand so that I can always reward Lucas for non-reactions whenever a bike/jogger/dog/child/mailman/UPS truck goes past our house.
Today, while reaching for my coffee, I knocked over the box of treats. The flimsy lid popped open. Treats went everywhere. I got it all cleaned up pretty quickly – or so I thought.
There was a lone treat under the bed. Too far for them to reach, so Emmett and Cooper stuck their heads under the bed and wagged their tails. I think they were trying to say, “Lady, set down that pen, crawl down here, and get that for us!”
After a minute (or three) Emmett gave up and wandered off. Cooper, though, got frustrated.
He barked at the treat, switching between the two sides of the bed. Maybe he was hoping it would move?
And, yes, after a few minutes I went and got the broom and retrieved the treat.
Now back to grading… (In fact, in full disclosure, this was a total procrastinatory blog post. I started today by saying, “I’m not going to blog today because I have so much work to do.” Oops.)