You know how much I love you. You know how much I appreciate the fact that it has literally been at least five years since you peed or poo’d in the house. You know I value the way you run to the back door on the rare occasions that you feel sick to your stomach.
You’re a beautiful girl, and I tell you how beautiful with great frequency.
I don’t even mind that fireworks and thunder upset you. It’s endearing. And when you wake us up to get in bed with us? Adorable.
But darling Molly, when Mama is trying to stretch herself into a longer, leaner posture, with one arm straight up, and one leg in the air, trying to make little circles while pointing her toes, and not quite sure when she is supposed to inhale or exhale, is it NOT the time to come and stand right in front of Mama and give her The Paws of Love.
Next time, just hop onto the sofa. The workout is only 2o minutes. And even if it weren’t, I have to breathe eventually.