The Hillmomba police blotters were bereft of canine crime reports today. The weather must have a calming affect on the criminals.
After getting a late start, large snowflakes rained from the sky. Juno gave up jumping into the air to bite them after about ten minutes. She lay on the front porch, between the door and the #1 son's bedroom window. Perhaps I've mentioned how she likes to sit in a chair and watch him. So tired was she that when I opened the door for a better view of snow, she merely lifted her head and gazed at me.
I went to #1's room. "Did you know your dog is laying as close as she can get to your room? The dog you begged me to bring home, and now hardly ever play with?"
"She loves me best out of all of us."
"That's why she stalks you."
"I know. That's creepy."
"Where are your screens? Your windows look like nothing's there."
"I had to take them down earlier when I Windexed my windows. I couldn't spray them with the hose, because they'd freeze."
"You could reach your arm out that window and pet your dog. If she could get closer. Or if you had a 12-foot arm."
"Watch this. Come on, Juno. Come on."
"She's impressed. 'My boy can stick his arm out the side of the house to pat me! My new mom never does that.' "
"Okay. Go away now. No. Don't eat the stuff on the windowsill." (Let the record show that he was talking to the dog, not to me.)
"Don't close her head in."
"Yeah. She's not real smart sometimes. I had to go out and help her get down from the chair that time she was laying in it watching me. She couldn't figure it out."
I have a feeling the outside of that window is going to need Windexing again tomorrow.