there's always ONE

In my experience, there’s always one troublemaker in a litter of puppies. Sometimes two, but always, always at least one. The one that wakes up 2 hours before everyone else. The one always sitting inside the food bowl when everyone else is just trying to eat. The one that squirbles the loudest. It’s Frances in this group. She is trying to kill me.

At 4:35 this morning she started with the squawking so I picked her up and tried to soothe her back to sleep by stroking her little ears, but since I wasn’t really awake, it was a little Benny from Of Mice and Men. That is to say: she did NOT go back to sleep. She wanted to wriggle around and find a confertable spot on her own which apparently was the very top of my pillow. She just sort of wrapped her self around my noggin like a little Puppy Hat and conked out. Snoring...loudly. That led to this exchange around 5am :

Sam (whispering loudly): hey, you have a puppy on your head.

Me: I know.

Sam: So, we’re moving the maternity ward out into the kitchen this weekend?

Me: Oh yes.