I should write this day down for its importance in the life of my dear Tilly puppy. This morning he went to the closed front door and sniffed the air, then returned his little pink-sweatered self to his doggiebed. I assumed he wanted to go out. I picked him up to take him out, as I do sometimes, and he actually growled at me. I laughed as he has only growled at me a handful of times in 11 years, mostly involving brushing. He looked at me with such seriousness as if to say "Don't you DARE put me outside!" and gave another little growl. I hope I didn't diminish his sense of masculinity or dogginess by laughing at him, but I did. Instead of putting him outside, I hugged him up and his growl turned into little kissies on my neck. I put him back in his little soft bed and he was content, Apparently he looked out the window and saw all the new snow we got last night, and made a decision that it was to be ignored. I can not blame him one bit.
Truly, between being painful all over today and having to look and shovel the snow, I'd opt for the doggie bed, too, if I could. There are beaks and whiskers to feed, though, cages to clean, and work to do for going back to school tomorrow. A party to attend later on to see family I rarely get to see, too. I hope the arthritis improves as the day goes on, as it sometimes does, but think that this is one of *those* days. Such is the nature of living with RA -- one day things are close to fine, the next you can't stand up. I'm growling, too, Tilly. Move over, little pup!
I hope that you create today!