Not a Morning Girl

I'm not feeling quite human this morning and it is all Shannon's fault. She forced me to go to Helen's Garden again. And she made me drink lots of wine. She wouldn't let me go home early either.

So I was a bit slower than usual waking up. Only a bit, though, because my little Belle was beating on the side of the bed as if she were playing a new set of bongos. She is the morning girl in the house.

I'm not a morning girl. Either is Meg. If I were a dog, I'd look about as thrilled as this after having been dragged out of bed, unwillingly, at 7:00 A.M.

At least Belle stops harassing me once I get up. She doesn't nip at my ears and my butt trying to get me to play like she does with Meg.

See how happy Meg looks?

She's a grump in the mornings.

She does relent and play with Belle a little bit.

That makes Belle happy.

And it makes me smile.

These pictures are actually from the other day. I'm still not quite awake enough to play photographer yet today.

I hope these images made you smile, too.