After being up from two to three this morning, I've decided that Mowgli would never survive if he weren't so stinkin' cute; however, it could be worse. At two AM, Aleda (the only one posting at the time) writes, "Sick dog in a high-rise....not fun. :-(" Our Mowgs was just feeling playful.
The little guy fell asleep under the desk at three, so I shut the kitchen doors and crept back to bed.
At seven, Mitchell charged into the room. "I can't find Mowgli!" He'd fallen asleep on the porch with the doors closed, but puppy breath was missing. Shortly after hopping out of bed, Mitchell spotted him under the couch. See the tiny flap? He was asleep under there. I tried to pose him under the couch for a picture, but Mowgli was more interested in biting my phone.
Oh, no! Here's Mitchell asking where Mowgli is.
"I thought he was with you," I said. Nope! He's on the porch once again looking so stinkin' cute.
|Yep! Cuteness is a safety feature.|
Let me leave you with the song that's
been stuck in my head all week.