DH and I spent yesterday recharging our batteries.  We were both tired.  He had a good nap in the afternoon while I curled up in my chair with my Kindle and read a couple Wizard of Oz books.  I have 15 of them on the Kindle. 

     Patty snoozed on the couch and Gavin snored in his chair.  All was quiet and blissful until around four when Gavin’s belly alarm began to go off.  He got up, wanted out, and then Patty did the same thing.  I wasn’t allowed to settle back into the chair.  Gavin stood in the kitchen, stared at the counter, and barked.

     “It’s not time yet!”  I picked up my Kindle.

     Gavin barked again.

     I put my Kindle down.  “Quiet or you’ll wake your Daddy.”  I chased him out of the kitchen and put the gate across the doorway.

     Patty decided it was time to bug Gavin.  She grabbed his collar and began to drag him across the room.  He freed himself and jumped on her.  She escaped his clutches and leaped to the couch where she proceeded to do a bully run from one end to the other.  The house rattled.

     I heard movement upstairs.  “Alright you two now you’ve done it.  Daddy’s up.”