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Friday Morning

I finished the Maureen F. McHugh collection of short stories. All but one of them had been published elsewhere. I enjoyed them all.

The Wexner Center for the Art's Second Annual Columbus International Children's Film Festival kicked off yesterday with Genesis, a French film. The movie was recommended for children ages eight and older. There were a few children there younger than that. In fact, someone was seeing his first movie ever! The child belonged to one of the volunteers and they ended up going into the projection booth so he and his mom could talk about the movie while the animals were on the screen. How cool a memory is that for your first movie?

When I went to bed last night, Zilla was on the bed with my husband. I opted to sleep on the couch again. Sometime during the night he walked downstairs and kept me company. I had a new blanket on the couch (purchased during my Black Friday adventure) and for some reason he decided the floor was the best place for him to sleep. Every time I'd wake up, he'd be in a different spot.

I swear he understands English. When I woke up this morning he decided he would wake up also. I went into the kitchen to take my medicine and he followed me. I put on shoes and a coat, put his leash on and we went outside. There is a small dusting of snow on the ground and it's supposed to be a high of 29 degrees today. With the wind chill factor, it's supposed to be as low as 19. He urinated and we walked to the end of the apartment building. It was too cold for me to go any further! I told him we were going inside and he had this funny expression on his face. It was like he was thinking, "Okay, lady, you've got the leash so I'll go where you go."

I gave him a treat when we got inside and took off my coat and shoes. Then I made myself a bowl of honey nut cheerios for breakfast. When I turned around, he was sitting in front of his food bowl looking at me. I told him, "Just give me a few minutes to eat my breakfast." I walked by him, sat on the couch and ate. He laid down by the front door. At the very last bite, he came over and sat next to me. I told him, "Let me pee!" He waited at the bottom of the stairs for me with his head resting on the bottom step. When I returned downstairs I put on my jeans over my pajamas, bundled up in my fleece, and zipped up my coat. He ran to the back door and laid down for me to put on his leash. He was a little ball of fire on our walk. He was so happy to be outside and didn't dawdle one bit. And he got his breakfast.

I'm glad it's Friday.
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