September 14th 2011 11:02 am
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I worked hard all weekend, supervising Oldest Lad while he was putting water sealant/stain on the swing set and play set. Sophie spent her time surveying her realm from the comfort of the chaise lounge on the screened in back porch. Not me, Pennie. I am a working dog!
Monday morning was Little Lad's very first day of Before School Band Practice. When Mom got up with Middle Lad, Sophie got up, and then she stayed up and hustled Little Lad off to Band with his saxophone. I was not in the family when Middle Lad, nor even Oldest Lad began to play saxophone. I must confess that the assault to my sensitive ears of a beginning saxophone player is torture. I do believe that the military could tape Little Lad's daily practice attempts and use it as the new replacement for Waterboarding, since waterboarding has gone out of style.
But I digress.
Tuesday morning, I again slept in when Mom awakened Middle Lad, and subsequently hustled Little Lad off for his first Chorus practice. (Thankfully Little Lad actually sings on pitch.)
What did I get? Criticism! Yes. I was criticized and rebuked for sleeping in on Monday and Tuesday!
I intentionally slept in to FORCE Sophie to lift a paw and do a little work!
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You have my full support, Girrrl!
I luvs to sleep in!!
Sleeping in is NEVER underrated!
Sumpup needs du it. If ebery peepole an' pup gotted up at da same time, it wood be K-OS on earf...I meen, more K-Os!