So I was a bit slower than usual waking up. Only a bit, though, because my little Belle was beating on the side of the bed as if she were playing a new set of bongos. She is the morning girl in the house.
I’m not a morning girl. Either is Meg. If I were a dog, I’d look about as thrilled as this after having been dragged out of bed, unwillingly, at 7:00 A.M.
At least Belle stops harassing me once I get up. She doesn’t nip at my ears and my butt trying to get me to play like she does with Meg.
See how happy Meg looks?
She’s a grump in the mornings.
She does relent and play with Belle a little bit.
That makes Belle happy.
And it makes me smile.
These pictures are actually from the other day. I’m still not quite awake enough to play photographer yet today.
I hope these images made you smile, too.
Oh sure. Blame it all on me! I see how it is. 🙂
Yep! Did you just get up? You’re not a morning girl either!