First Thing This Morning

The first thing I was aware of this morning is that I overslept. My son was knocking on our bedroom door asking why it was 6:30 and we hadn't gotten him up? Um....I can honestly say I don't know. I think I just forgot to set my alarm. We are off schedule, I feel guilty, and I rush into the kitchen to get coffee going because coffee makes my mornings so much better, when I am hit with a terrible sour smell.

Oh. No.

I forget about coffee and let our oldest dog out of her crate and I know without looking she has been sick in the middle of the night. And she's been stealing toothpicks and hiding them in her crate. I can see where that might have leftover food on it, and it's more understandable than the bobby pins our youngest dog has stashed in her crate. But still. How many toothpicks does one dog need?

My husband cleaned up the crate, but our Beagle still smelled bad. And she was smelling bad on my couch! Now, I am a dog lover through and through. I adore dogs, treasure dogs, squeal over puppies like other people squeal over babies, but in this instance, my thoughts were, "Get off the couch! You smell bad!"

Sorry, oldest Beagle Baby, it's bath time and since she is the worst bather of the three, I am soaked by the time I am through. But, she smells less sour and more wet dog with a hint of dog shampoo.

So much better. And the coffee has been made and the kids were not late for school and husband is off to work and I have an unexpected day off work and I am just going to put my feet up and read for a while. With a damp dog giving me accusing looks.