White Dog corrected me. "Actually it was nearly 2am...so it was SUNDAY, not Saturday, momma. THREE by the time we went to bed!"
"Excuse me, what Army INSISTED on post-opera flan and jerky? And WHO wanted cuddles and time with dad outside?"
I surveyed pups spread all over the living room, sleeping off the rigors of waiting up for momma and dad. "Oh my!" I said. "What happened THERE?"
Suddenly there was a mass wake up need to head off to take care of business.
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