White Dog got up with the early crew to sit with Steve as he prepared to finish up his second class in the MBA program this week. "Odd," I thought watching through half-opened eyes as my usual dawn snuggle partner hopped off of the bed. Then I heard YoYoMa try to stealthily sneak out of his pupcave around the bed to join the others. "Hmmmm," and I tried to enjoy the luxury of having the entire bed to spread out across.
I had almost reached the point of returning to sleep and was stretched out comfortably when I realized the ambient relaxing drone I heard was the White Dog Army...and Steve...having a secret meeting in the office. Suddenly I was wide awake.
Turning to get a better listening position, I made the bed groan. The result was silence from the other room. I held my breath and bided my time. It took a while but their conversation resumed. I was twisted with curiosity and wished I could figure out a way to creep closer without being heard.
But then I heard Puff yip the word, "Birthday," and I smiled, thoughts of prying flying from my head. My beautiful husband and the White Ones were discussing plans for my upcoming "Ides of March" birthday. I turned my back to the doorway and pulled the blankets up over my ears. I didn't want to hear more. I want to be truly surprised at what they conjure and I know they will come up with a marvelous way to celebrate.