Happy Meet Charlie! Charlie Meet Happy!

Maggie woke me up about six this morning in the pitch black of dark headed for an outside potty break.  I didn’t wake again for several more hours.  My internal clock was saying Charlie was coming so I got up and got dressed in some warm clothes as Maggie got on the back of the couch to be the look out. Exactly at 9:15am, Charlie came pulling up in front of my house with breakfast. Needless to say, those two sausage and egg biscuits were engulfed in five minutes or less. I especially relished the jumbo soda.  I then scrambled Maggie three eggs plain so she wouldn’t feel left out after I had eaten. I actually scrambled the eggs in the microwave and let Maggie eat out of the microwave safe dish after the eggs had cooled some.  Dad would kill me if he knew I was doing that. “Let that dog eat out of its own dish,” he would most likely vehemently tell me. If Maggie was going to give me the cooties then I would’ve have gotten them years ago.  She slept last night curled up around my head and then flush against my back.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 2, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs