So. We're getting more snow tomorrow! Wow! Such a thrill! At least it justifies the money I plonked down on new tires this week. Can't be sliding off the road now, can we?
Otto's feeling better. Now I'm the one with a scratchy throat and weak cough. Grr.
I hauled him to day care today despite the fact that he kicked and fought every second of our morning routine, crying piteously at opportune moments. We got there and he did the whole Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde routine. Otto unhappy? Unthinkable! Otto unpleasant? Never! He cheerfully tossed Puppy into his bag and bounced through the door to his classroom, all happy to see his teachers and show off his puzzle-fixing skills.
Some days he just kills me.
He slept late this morning. I checked on him when I first got up, closed his door again, and went on about my morning routine. When I looked in on him about 15 minutes later his door was wide open compliments of Jake, who has decided (evidently) that his day can't begin unless the boy is up. So he went in there to check on Otto himself. And, knowing Jake, he probably did a little collar-tag rattle to try and rouse him. I've never figured out how Jake can sometimes open closed doors. He's magic that way.
Despite the fact that it's a royal pain to live with a dog who completely sheds his undercoat every spring, I'm actually kind of glad to see him molting this year. It means that the snow really WILL melt and spring WILL come. Eventually. Just not tomorrow.