10:15 on a Sunday morning…tick, tick, tick

Barky is soon to be the only beagle with docked ears in town.

At 5:50 a.m. today, a Sunday, he hammered out the entire drum solo from In a Gadda Da Vida by flapping his ears, which woke 3B, who immediately cried out in a heartbreaking voice, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”

I got up at the same time to ensure that Mama didn’t toss Barky over the balcony rail. Also, because someone had turned on a firehose at the top of my nose, and I was sneezing about twice a second, despite the loratadine.

Everyone except Mama and I was immediately ready to go outside, so I grabbed two sudafed, washed them down with some iced coffee, and we headed off to the books and crackers side of town, where our favorite playground and dog park are.

While there, we got lucky–the firefighters pulled up at the Y to do their PT for the week, and Firefighter Rich was nice enough to let all of us sit in the firetrucks.

By the time we were headed home, everyone was tired out. Barky and 3B from running around in their playgrounds, Mama and I from chasing them down, and it was all of 10 a.m. Dude, I never used to get this much done in a whole weekend, so while I’m now exhausted, but wired from what is now two doses of sudafed, I’m grateful to the dynamic duo for getting us up and out before what is likely to be a rainy afternoon.

OK, dog, we won’t dock your ears. We’ll just tape them to your jowls every night.

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  • Now if you can figure out what to tape down to prevent our otherwise mellow and elderly cat from doing the “I’m chasing something invisible at top speed around corners on the slippery wood floor making a godawful racket even though I normally have silent little feet” routine at 5:30 AM, I’d be eternally grateful.

  • All the good stuff happens early. If you had slept in, you would have missed all the fire trucks. Both boys knew that, so they got you up early. When you do get up that early, naptime comes earlier too, so don’t be so surprised when you are all tired out by 10. Take a nap with the boy and start over.

  • Amama: Sure–tape down the cat.

    CAGirl: Yes, both boys who nap know all about early mornings. Some days we do nap at the same time, but then I stay up late to catch up on what I should have done during nap time. D’oh!

  • You probably wouldn’t have been able to enjoy all that pollen if you got up later. We are about to have some of those tulip blossoms here soon. They are just starting to shoot buds up but they haven’t opened yet. The other ones in town are opening, fortunately mine are always later.

    I hope when you sat in the fire engine you were saying RooRooRooRoo

  • Now, why didn’t I think of that?

    Oh–that’s right. I’m not EVIL!

    🙂

    Now we’ve moved on to the “I’m going to stand by the front door sniffing and yowling to go out, but when you open the door I’ll suddenly decide I only wanted to sniff, because the ground is too cold for my delicate old paws” routine.