I think there should be some sort of law regarding being awake at 7 in the morning on a Saturday. I was snoozing along so great this morning when I hear JJ start yelping. I knew that it meant he was awake and ready to go out, but I was not a happy camper to be getting up that early. I got out of bed and tossed on my coat over my pajamas, because there was no way I could envision myself getting fully dressed for a quick walk.
He did his doggie business and I decided to go ahead and give him breakfast, which he promptly ate. By this time I was back in bed and on my way dream land. Mister M. had jumped up in the bed and was lying beside me and right about the time I dozed off, I could hear JJ tossing his food bowl, which meant his water container was next. I got up again, took them both out of the crate and went back to bed.
At 9, he was awake again and ready to go out yet again. It was pouring outside and the wind is blowing about 30 mph. Being the responsible doggie owner that I am, I went out with him, but it doesn’t look like there will be any extra shut-eye for me this morning.
My oats are cooking and I made Marcel cinnamon toast out of 1 1/2 cinnamon raisin bagels. They smell SO good that I wouldn’t mind having one myself. Since I overindulged yesterday, I’d better get back on track today, so no bagles for me.