The big fella has been away for work since Sunday morning. He got back at end of shift today. As he is the morning person, he is always up and cheerful (and talking) and bouncy at 6 a.m. Me, not so much. Don’t talk to me until about 9. During the part of the year when it’s light that early in the morning, he takes the poopers out for a short morning walk. With him being away, it fell to me. It was the same every morning:
Ding! Groundhog Day!
I had a hard time rousting them this a.m. I had to be out of the house at 8 a.m. and it was raining/misting out and they weren’t very keen about going out.