First Job Of The Day

My first job of the day starts around 5.30 am. 
It's a dreadful time and a mundane job, but it has it's rewards.
I get up and in my pyjama bottoms and t shirt, I silently collect the dogs from every corner of the cottage. 
I am morose at this time.
After morning ablutions , it is time to " back to bed time"  so with the Prof , dressed in his finery and sipping his tea like Baron Von Trapp we all gallop up to bed for a communal lie in .
William has to be helped to get up on the bed now he is ten and so does George but that's only because he has three inch legs, but Winnie, Albert and Mary all scramble up as best as they are able in order to bags the best positions on and under the duvet.
I lie in the Prof's vacated position, William in mine. Winnie and Albert spoon together. George is happy anywhere as long as he can waggle his fat feet and Mary lies on my left shoulder .
We are all practically asleep when the Prof arrives back to say goodbye. 
The last thing I usually hear before I fall back to sleep ( apart from Winnie's sleep apnoea snoring) is The Prof mock moaning that Mary Loves me too much.

This is usually why


I'll blog properly later...The Prof is away in London all week....and I am alone again with just the animals for company

25 comments:

  1. I think she has taken Meg's place, if not in your heart certainly in your bed. Too sweet for words.

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  2. Jesus. Give me candlesticks any day.

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  3. You're never alone with an animal :-)

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  4. Christopher away in London? It's a dog's life for the leader of the pack. Have you got a black leather motorcycle jacket with brass studs on the back spelling out "Top Dawg"?

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  5. There can be no 'too much' when it comes to the love of a dog! :)

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  6. Everything you tell us about George makes me love him more. Bless his little legs.

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  7. have a nice lie-in; you need to recover from yesterday, dear boy.

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  8. Winnie scrambles up onto the bed by herself? That's impressive! Sounds like quite a morning ritual. (Ours isn't that different, except with fewer four-legged participants.)

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  9. Routine is good for us all! And you guys have it down to a T!

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  10. Very much love...all in one spot!

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  11. The curly head on shoulder thingy looks familiar . . .
    Lotsa love from the five . . .

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  12. My cat Maurice slept as close to me as she could get last night and this morning she kissed my lips. Then she bit my jaw. I think she wanted to get up. I also think she missed me when I was away.
    Oh, Lord. Our animals can bring us so much comfort.

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  13. Sweet Mary... Our pets are just like kids. They're beautiful when they are sound asleep and you wouldn't trade them for anything. But..when they're awake..Watch Out!

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  14. Your post and the prior comments have me wishing I had room for at least one dog in this tiny apartment. I just feel sorry for dogs who live in the city, even with Central Park nearby.

    Your dogs have a grand home.

    Best wishes for a good report from yesterday's procedure.

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  15. I've heard of a certain TV prog called 'Four in a Bed' (though I've never seen it). We could always rely on you to go one better!

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  16. You are obviously a soft cuddly wonder of a human being, John! Xo

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  17. sweet Mary. my little dog wants to rest her head on my arm when she is sleeping in my lap.

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  18. I need a Welsh Terrier.

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  19. Ben picks his spot on or in the bed and I sleep around him. He has been known to push me out.

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  20. Sometimes the best sleep or naps I have had is when I have a Scotty or two gently snoring next to me. Watson alway like to have his head on a pillow with his back to me. I miss him.

    Mary seems to know her place in the pack bed but I still love George the best !
    cheers, parsnip and thehamish

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