I am really not liking time change. I really don't see the point. I am trying to get used to waking up in the dark again to go to school (why did I choose an 8am class?). I am sitting here blogging as a way of killing time so I can go to bed. Yes, I realize it is 7:30. I just can't seem to make myself go to bed with it still be light outside.
The animals have seemed to have adjusted well. Goliath still wakes Mom up before the alarm, but now it is just closer to time to get up. I am so glad he goes to her and not me. 4 am is just wrong! Boots seemed to like to tell her what time it was too. They all seem to think 4am is when you eat..not when you get up to serve. I laughed when Mom would tell me about how Boots would walk on her and to get her up, she would put her paws on her face. If that didn't work, Boots would nip her nose. That always worked because you could smell her awful breath too! I laughed until she did it to me.
Friday night I went to bed. It was about 11 when Boots decided she wanted to play. Boots has finally gotten heavy enough you can feel her walking on you. (I don't know how, but they know how to put their entire weight on your tender spots too!) She walked on me and nipped my nose. Mom heard me when I yelped and came up out of bed. Boots carried what is left of the toy that Goliath ate and set it in front of me as if to play. I have to say...11pm is NOT play time.
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