Paxton, my pampered, pudgy pooch, has been my helper today. \u00a0It started with breakfast.<\/p>\n
Every morning for breakfast, I fix some cheesy Grits and a cup of coffee. \u00a0I never, ever, eat all of my Grits. \u00a0Too filling~especially on running mornings. \u00a0If I eat too much before I run, well, I can get tummy troubles.<\/p>\n
Tummy Troubles while on a run means frantically looking for large trees or shrubs that can substitute as a potty. \u00a0Not. Fun. (TMI?)<\/p>\n
Paxton sits and waits patiently while I enjoy my Grits, knowing full well that I will scrape my leftovers into his doggie dish. \u00a0This makes his Dog Chow much more palatable. \u00a0Spoiled dog.<\/p>\n
When I got home from my run today (Coldest run ever, btw), Paxton was there to greet me. \u00a0He had missed me. \u00a0He wanted to know if I was going to have something to eat right away because he was hungry.<\/p>\n
Nope. \u00a0That dog should know by now that I never eat right after a run. \u00a0My tummy doesn’t like that. \u00a0Better to wait an hour or two before eating.<\/p>\n
Paxton didn’t WANT to wait an hour or two! \u00a0He wanted food now! \u00a0He did not want Dog Chow, he wanted the KFC that #1 Son and MFH (My Favorite Husband) had eaten for lunch while I was still out on my run. \u00a0Ahhh!!! \u00a0I was starting to clue in. \u00a0(She can be taught.)<\/p>\n
I had been sitting about an hour now and starting to chill in my sweaty running stuff. \u00a0Time for a shower. \u00a0Paxton followed me.<\/p>\n
Paxton followed me into our bedroom where I laid out what I was going to wear after my shower. \u00a0He followed me into the closet while I got out my robe.<\/p>\n
Paxton followed me down the hall and into the bathroom. \u00a0I shut the door and turned on the shower.<\/p>\n
Paxton parked himself firmly on the bath mat.<\/p>\n
Okie dokie! \u00a0I got into the very warm shower and started getting all sudsy. \u00a0That’s when I felt a draft.<\/p>\n
I rinsed my face (don’t want soap in the eyes!) and looked. \u00a0There was Paxton. \u00a0He had moved the shower curtain open and was trying to drink the water as it came out of the shower head.<\/p>\n
What a weirdo.<\/p>\n
He has doing his puppy darnedest to get me to hurry up. \u00a0He knew that the KFC was still in the fridge. \u00a0He also knew that as soon as I got finished getting ready, I would get some of that KFC!<\/p>\n
I tried to keep the shower curtain closed but he was determined so I just finished up my shower as quickly as I could and hurried and got dressed and beautified. \u00a0All of this with Paxton following me every step of the way.<\/p>\n
FINALLY…<\/p>\n
I headed to the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Paxton was an eagle eye by now!<\/p>\n
I took the KFC tub out of the fridge and put a piece of chicken on a plate and zapped it in the microwave.<\/p>\n
Paxton was hopping up and down now. \u00a0He was thinking in his little puppy head, “Yes!”<\/p>\n
I sat down with the chicken. \u00a0The extra crispy wasn’t so crispy now that it had been in the fridge and zapped. \u00a0Plus, I don’t like all that sodium. \u00a0What to do????<\/p>\n
I looked and there was Paxton. \u00a0He was sitting right in front of me. \u00a0He had his puppy head tilted to one side. \u00a0Ears perked up and his paw raised. \u00a0He was doing everything he could to keep his enthusiasm in check. \u00a0He really, really, really wanted that chicken!!!<\/p>\n
*sigh* \u00a0I didn’t want the crunchy skin part anyway, did I?<\/p>\n
#HappyPupppy<\/p>\n
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