This picture is from Wikipedia. It shows the typical seasons – Spring, Summer, Fall and then Winter. That’s the way it’s suppose to fall. But this year, dear old Mother Nature is not playing fairly. Mommy says she needs hormone shots and daddy says she needs more dates with Father Time. I’m not sure which one is right. I just know that maybe she needs a kick in the butt. Yep, I said. I kick right smack in the middle of her captains quarters.
You see, this weekend is what I’m talking about. Saturday here at the Hotel Thompson we get up and it is beautiful. There’s no other way to put it. The birds are chirping (and that’s a story for another time – snorts), the sun is out, the wind is just right and the temperatures are in the 60’s. You couldn’t ask for a more gorgeous day. Mom and me went out to wash her Smart car Albert. It only took less than five minutes by throwing a cup of water at it – snorts. I kill myself.
Our neighbor Big Daddy had cut our yard and the back yard was spectacular. Thanks Big Daddy! We went out there and ran for a while. Mommy says it was for me to get some sun and I said I understood. Secretly I knew she wanted me to run some excess Winter weight off so I would sleep more deeply tonight. I’m good with that. I just wonder why she didn’t make daddy do the same. Double snorts.
It was a wonderful day. Lots of running, loving and snuggles.
Then BAM! What a change Sunday. Sunday brought us rain, cool weather and strong winds. We could actually sit inside and hear the winds! We all got up and had breakfast together. It was so damp and yuck outside that after breakfast, we all went back to bed. Now, I’m not hating days like this because usually, like this day, when we go back to bed we all get on the Select Comfort for a siesta. It was great.
Picture this. A king sized Select Comfort bed with two humans, two purr things and a piggy. Snorts, I’m a 65 with mommy on the Select Comfort. Daddy and the purr things are a 100. That’s just too hard for this little oinker. When we got up from our nap, it was still yuck outside.
Now, I’m telling you all of this for a reason. It’s suppose to be Spring but it still acts like Winter. I’m suggesting a new season called – Sprinter. You get it? Spring with Winter. So sometime today, tell someone Happy Sprinter. Then smile and remember my little story here. 🙂
Happy Sprinter my pals!