Our Dog’s Watch Is Broken
I don’t think our dog can tell time.
I thought he could.
Which was encouraging, as he is somewhat lacking in some other natural dog-ish areas.
He has trouble wagging his tail. He makes an asymmetrical, helicopter-esque movement with it instead. Not so much with the wagging.
I should have realized something was amiss when I slowly woke up this morning. I was at peace, relaxed and warm and snug in my bed. None of my usual “Oh-my-gosh-it’s-morning-go-go-go!!!” kicked in. That should have been a clue to panic and fly out of bed. It’s unfortunate that neither Miss Marple nor Columbo was around, because I did not get that clue.
Early Morning Ambush
by Gina Valley
I did not rise before my children Thursday morning, which is normally my plan of attack. I overslept until 6:30AM, when I was awoken by my youngest, to find that I was surrounded by six of my young pack members. They, then, proceeded to hurl the following questions at me in the following order in rapid fire fashion: