A Morning Routine

Hubbie gets up at 6am.  Lets Choco, the wonder foster puppy out, and usually Maggie.  Sadie does not like being the first up in the morning.  It's cold (she thinks 40 is cold, god forbid we ever move somewhere with a real winter) and it's not Mom letting me out (she has this strange attachment to me being the one whom she rudely wakes up welcomes the day with).

Hubbie lets dogs back in, dogs go back to sleep with puppy curled up with them, hubbie leaves.

Before the last sound of hubbie's engine fades, Maggie & Sadie run into bedroom.  Mom, wake up!  Wake up!  We're hungry.  If you couldn't tell we were awake, let's dance on the hardwood floors...clickety clack...clickety clack.  GO LAY DOWN!

Puppy arrives last in bedroom and pathetically tries to climb the bed.  Mom lifts puppy into bed to avoid the onset of crazy play time.  He immediately settles in under the covers and starts snoring. 

Maggie & Sadie spend the next precious last hour of Mom's sleep time checking in every 10 minutes to see if she's ready to get up yet.  Mom ignores them and gets no sleep.  Puppy does not stir.  Mom gives up on last hour of precious sleep time at 2nd check-in. 

I'm up...I'm up....might as well write a blog post.