Toby put it best when he called the Jumaroos a heat-seeking missile. Every morning like clockwork, she wakes me up so I can help her burrow under the duvet. And by burrow, I mean completely submerge herself under the covers while pressed against my leg. It's unclear how she breathes under there, and yet there she remains long after my alarm goes off, until she finally arises and blesses the world with her Jummy presence.
So it goes without saying that the little lady loves herself some warm laundry fresh out of the dryer. She first let me know of her love by attempting to actually climb into the laundry bag. Suffice it to say, I helped her out by laying some of the laundry on the bed which she decided was the perfect warm snuggly bed for a Jumaroos. Of course, I then had to wrap her up in the rest of it. Who can deny such a happy, content pup? And so a weekly tradition began.
