For the Third Day In A Row

Emily (the dog) has woken me at 6:30*, citing personal plumbing issues and a sudden need to go outside, and then have breakfast. She doesn't bark or misbehave, exactly. She just keens in a way I find impossible to ignore.

I am considering getting a bedside mallet, for the better disciplining of annoying dogs.





*Danny, a constitutionally early riser, is visiting his parents, so I, or Becca, are the only available walk-the-doggers. And try getting Becca out of bed at 6:30 a.m. without a stick of dynamite. Pfui.