What She Thinks About.

What do you think she's thinking about? I catch her staring out the same window several times a day and every time I try and put myself in her fur coat.

Maybe she's wondering where the grass went.

Maybe she's wishing she was eating snow.

Maybe she's waiting for trash day.

Maybe she's wondering where on Earth her tennis ball went.

Maybe she's considering competing for Best In Show.

Maybe she's wondering why curtains aren't hanging on that window.

Maybe she's droning up a solution to the health care problems.

Maybe she needs to pee.

Maybe she's just wishing she could run free and frolic in the streets.

Maybe she's waiting for Thanksgiving and another turkey carcass.

Who knows what she's thinking.

If I had to guess, she's not thinking much of anything. Just enjoying the view and maybe dreaming about her next attempt at catching a snow ball.

Must be nice.