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Jun. 30th, 2011 09:12 amThere was rain, and it was lovely.
What was somewhat less lovely was the fact that I woke up not because of the thunder, but because Roxy decided that she was petrified and wanted to crawl into bed with us. Ryan made the mistake of lifting his head off the pillow, and she practically dove for it.
This meant that the rest of the night (morning?) was spent trying to convince her that the world wasn't going to end, and also that there was space for her between us that didn't involve taking up pillows and puppybutts in the face.
But now, it smells like rain, and all is good. Alright, it's not as much rain as I would like, and hopefully there will be more, but I'm not going to complain with what we've got.
Merely hope for more.
What was somewhat less lovely was the fact that I woke up not because of the thunder, but because Roxy decided that she was petrified and wanted to crawl into bed with us. Ryan made the mistake of lifting his head off the pillow, and she practically dove for it.
This meant that the rest of the night (morning?) was spent trying to convince her that the world wasn't going to end, and also that there was space for her between us that didn't involve taking up pillows and puppybutts in the face.
But now, it smells like rain, and all is good. Alright, it's not as much rain as I would like, and hopefully there will be more, but I'm not going to complain with what we've got.
Merely hope for more.
