OY! What a Morning!

(in my best Jewish bubbie whine)...

So the morning started off just fine. I woke to the alarm dog at 6:30 and we went for a walk in cool fog. Afterwards, I made a cup of coffee to ward off the chill and sat down to read the news and peek at mail.

Enter wild doxies and celebrity doxie DEATH MATCH on the bed. I juggled me, the bed, the laptop and the coffee trying to avoid falling, collapsing, flying, or spilling. I managed this with some success and eventually they settled down, had some breakfast and then burrowed under the covers for their post-breaky nap.

I got dressed for my day and lay on my Nepali rug to do my final stretches for my sore back and my foot. As he often does, Benchley wiggled out from under the covers and jumped down to sit by my head. I often do my stretches giggling as I try to avoid his fast tongue kissing and licking at me. Today however he just watched me. And then, just as my hands were busy and one leg is in the air.

BLARF!

Alllllllllllllllllllllll over me. Oh great, thanks Moose!

So I got a second shower, clean clothes, a sheepish and ill looking pup and boat loads of momma guilt as I crated them and made the mad dash to the bus (which I missed--two of them).

Fortunately Uncle Heffe will go love on them and check on them for me @ noon today. I'll run home as soon as I'm off work, no side trips for me today.

For one I have a sick dog, for another, I now have MORE laundry...


Blarf.