Skeeter, my 8 lb yorkie, used to wake me up by sitting on my stomach and tapping on my chest. He was only a little boy but he could jump up on my bed. He would sit there and tap at my chest tentatively with one paw. He would do this 2 or 3 times. I would pretend to ignore him and he would tap again. When I ignored him further, he would scrabble at my chest with both paws as if he was digging a hole, barking furiously. By that time, I was laughing so hard I couldn’t pretend that
I was asleep any longer.
Skeeter was up and he was ready
to start the day!!
Just one of the many happy memories of my baby boy,
| Skeeter |
| Rosanne |