Monday morning. Sophie lies by the front door and sings away happily to herself.
On the dot of six Bob creeps into the bedroom. His cold wet nose pokes his masters ear. There is a pause to make sure the ear poking has had the desired effect. Bob then tiptoes out of the bedroom. The floor boards creak. His tail thwack-thwack-thwacks against the dressing room table as he goes.
All is well with the world. This is going to be the best day ever.
9 comments:
So Bob would not make it as a spy from that description of the sneaking into the bedroom and out again.
The creaking floorboards always let you down !
Does Sophie sing opera, a selection of old favourites, or is she a thoroughly modern girl and belts out a few of the latest hits?
Hari OM
BOL>>>>> Bob, levitation would be a good skill. Though the nose in the ear is also a bit of a giveaway. Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
There's no chance of sleeping in at the ROF!
could we hear how Sophie sings - it would be a great way to start my work day - thank you -- Laura
Bob is a Very Special guy. Good morning to you, Dad!
I have discovered being owned by a canine means you never need a clock. The only time they are off schedule is a few days when daylight saving time occurs.
A perfect start to a day!
What a lovely way to be woken up. Beats an alarm clock bleating at me to remind me that there is work ahead.
Julie
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