Though he who hesitates is lost, impetuosity has its cost. You should look before you leap, because still waters might run deep. Though early birds might get the worm, rash actions trip up the infirm.
So all-in-all I think it’s better if you aren’t a go-getter. I guess the moral to this tale is lest you lose or lest you flail, you’re up against the proverbial wall. It’s best you do nothing at all!
I’ve discovered an interesting fact about Morrie. He frequently sleeps with his eyes wide open! In the above photo, he’s on the sofa, but I snapped the below photos one morning when he had usurped my bed as well:
I’m up before the Daily Prompt, up before the sun. Somehow I’ve started my new day before the night is done. The world is cloaked in darkness. It’s too early for me, yet wake up time’s whenever Morrie needs to pee!
(Click on first photo to enlarge and see captions.)
Morrie is dreaming about usurping my bed for the night. I soon burst his bubble. Nice photo opportunity, though.
Morrie’s bathroom with a view
Inspecting his new domain during more civil hours.
Morrie seemed to have no problems getting accustomed to the beach. He’s even a bit less disturbed now when mom puts him on his long lead on the porch and beach or in his cage at home and leaves to have a life away from him. Why he can’t go with is a story we’ll leave for another time. (Click on first photo to enlarge all photos and see captions.)
Morrie on “his” porch. We all pass at our own risk.
Morrie on his way home from visiting neighbors.
Lovely flora of Morrie’s own personal relief station.
She said WHAT about me????
Morrie and his “homies” Rachel and Justin. Rachel left yesterday and Justin today. It is rumored that new homies moved in upstairs later on today.
Morrie and his minions.
Morrie is finding it nice to be the biggest upon occasion.
But this little guy didn’t know Morrie was the biggest!
Out with the guys
Morrie on his sleeping porch. He also has a sleeping sala, a sleeping dining room and a sleeping couch.
My mom got a man on the beach to make me this collar with my name and her phone number on it, so I guess any escape will be short-lived.
Not only on a Monday, but every day this week,
we’ve been locked behind windows, through which we have to peek
to see what’s going on inside, where all the good things are.
Other times, we’ve been inside, but now we’re kept afar.
Our noses sticking through the bars, our breath fogging the glass,
as intriguing as we find it, we hope these times soon pass.
When all this tiling madness is done and gone away,
we’ll have more freedom to run free each and every day.
No more behind windows, no more behind bars.
We’ll wander boundless in our world, where we will be the stars.
But for a few more days now, we’re sticking here like glue,
so we can tell these workmen exactly what to do!