After the lovely extended weekend, hearing the alarm go off this morning was, to put it mildly, a jolt. I stumbled out of bed and back into my hurry-up-and-get-ready-for-the-work-day routine. Indy and Bogey always provide a helping paw by circling and weaving back and forth around my feet as I try to walk. This makes it necessary to pay close attention to what I'm doing, as their combined effort provides a somewhat treacherous path. Once fed, however, both my critters are relaxed and ready to play while I get dressed. There's no time left, but I throw the ball a few times anyway.
It doesn't hurt to be a few minutes late, does it?
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Pets underfoot can definitely be a hazard. I used to trip over my cat (Fang) and often have to knee Lady's roly-poly bod out of my way. I can't wait until she has a yard so that she can run off some of her pent-up energy!
Barkley refuses to let us get up in the morning unless we let him jump up on the bed and roll around like a demented puppy while we tickle his tummy. We think he was not played with in his previous home and is reverting to puppyhood now to make up for lost time:)
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