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?
