November 6, 2021

White Dog gathered the White Dog Army around her. "Tonight is one of the scariest night's of the year," she told them.

"No! Halloween was LAST weekend, White Dog," Zsofia countered. "This is even SCARIER," WD insisted.

"Are momma and dad going to the Opera and won't be home for a hundred hours?" Opal said fearfully. "Nope, opera season ends in July and momma can't travel."

"No ice cream for after dinner dessert? Are we out of treats?" Roman panicked.

"Did dad lose his job and our house and all of the foods in the refrigerator?" Bailey rushed into the office to check. "His computer is still on and I smell dinner cooking."

"Even scarier than ALL of those," White Dog teased them. "We see you are dressed in your cold weather clothes," Opal noticed. "Is that a clue?"

Zsofia observed White Dog was staring at the clock on the mantel. "Oh, this is something to do with crazy things humans do and move the clock time around, right?"

WD smiled. "Wait! What does Fall Back mean?" Roman asked. "It is about time."

White Dog congratulated them for nearly figuring it out. "In the middle of the night tonight humans will indeed pronounce the time an hour earlier than it is and will change the clocks to the new time. So when we wake up and want breakfast when OUR internal clocks say it is nine, humans will believe it is only eight."

"So breakfast will be at TEN from now on?" Bailey wanted to know. "And dinner will be at EIGHT?" they all cried. "Why?" All eyes turned to me.

I shrugged. "I think it was invented by people who do not have animal family members. THOSE people get an extra hour of sleep tomorrow morning; dad and I get an hour of expaining why it is not breakfast time yet."