Spring

It's finally spring here. Mom washed the inside of some of the windows and then threw them open to let the breeze go through the house. A couple she washed were in her office. I like the smell of spring breezes. An open window was so irresistible.

Mom couldn't see me at first because of the way the windows are divided. She got a little worried I'd jumped off the deck. I'm not allowed to do that. No mom. I'm right here.

There are so many smells. I'm just checking things out. Are you going to come out and wash the outside of the windows so I can really see out when I sit by the window?

I explored the deck railing just a bit farther from the house.

Mom said this was as far as I could go. Actually, this is fine with me. There can be some loud noises, like the motorcycle of the guy who lives next door, that scare me. Mom gave me a combing today too, to help get rid of my winter coat and the breeze through my fur was really nice.

After awhile, though, I'd rather be closer to mom so I can have ear scratches, so I came inside.

She said the window will stay open unless it gets too chilly for her so I'm welcome to stay here all day. My sister isn't interested in going out on the deck. She would rather sleep in the chair on the other side of mom.

Hooray for spring! How is it by you?

Love,

Pilchard

Windows!

It's finally warm enough that mom took the plastic off the windows. She covers them in the winter. She says it makes our house warmer and the gas bills smaller.

This past week has been perfect for window sitting.

There was a great breeze from the south that kept the fur at just the right temperature, even with the sunshine. The neighbors have dogs who sometimes see me in the window and start barking. Silly dogs.

I'm glad it's spring. Mom will take us outside for a bit, but there are so many noises that Mija and I don't stay out there that long. Oh, excuse me. There is something outside I need to watch.

I hope those of you who had crappy weather over Mother's Day have warm, sunny days with breezes.

See you next week.

Pilchard