Hot dog > chilly dog
Winter seems to be arriving ahead of schedule. When it gets down to where water outside will freeze, the dogs come in. Gabby is still too hyper to not be kenneled, while Xena just hangs out by my door. I put a space heater in the doorway to my bathroom tonight to heat that “hallway” connecting the bathroom, my room, Little E’s room, and the rest of the house; it’s more of a glorified alcove than an actual hallway. I’d put a blanket on the concrete floor for Xena to sleep on – she likes her blanket, and this is her blanket.
And this was our conversation:
Mrs.: You’re going to put this space heater here?
Me: Yeah.
Mrs.: Are you going to move Xena’s blanket out into the living room?
Me: Nope.
Mrs.: She won’t like that heater blowing right on her.
Me: I’ve moved things around so the blanket won’t catch on fire. She’ll still sleep in the hallway. She’ll be fine.
Fast forward a couple of hours later…
Xena (hanging off the edge of the blanket so the heater blows right on her): ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz… Read more
