Roasting Rosie

Since Patrick's fireplace is a gas one with a thermostat, if it gets too hot, it turns off. One evening when Rose was roasting in front of the fire and the thermostat kicked in and turned the fire off. Within moments she was up and walked over to me and sat, lady-like, with a face that was all dignified pleading. When I didn't get up to turn her fire back on, she put a paw on my knee as if to politely say, "Please?"

Patrick found her performance so charming, especially since she rarely asks for anything on her own, that he turned the fire back on. She immediately lay in the exact same spot and went to sleep.

Posted by Erin Doyne at 23:51

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