But today isn't one of those times.  

Or is it?

My mother used to call me the queen of sleep.  That was back when I could sleep for 12 hours and be awake for 4, then take a 3 hour nap.  I don't get more than 6 hours of sleep most nights anymore.  Why?  Because the man I love sets the Godforsakenmotherlovin alarm clock for 9fuckin30 and then hits snooze over and over.  Actually, I hit snooze a couple times, then give up and get up.  There's a dog who needs to go out and poop and be fed and be thrown a ball (if we can find one - I remember buying a dozen tennie balls but somehow they've all been lost) and he just doesn't understand that mommy would like to sleep awhile.

So today I got up at 9fucking45 and took Max out and had some coffee while he refused to eat his breakfast and then got a shower and went to the chiropractor at 11:30.  Got home at 12:30, had a quick lunch and got stuff together to go to dog park - stopping first at Duke's house, of course. 

Dog park was fun, there were enough dogs that Duke and Max had fun, but not so many that they were overwhelmed.  There were two Great Pyrennee's (that doesn't look right) and one kept coming over and checking out our water bowl.  No problem, but apparently Duke sensed something because he kept placing himself between me and that dog.  I love Duke, he is so quietly protective.  Max is the baby brother who is happily loved and loving and has no concept of danger.  Duke is just aware of everything, he protects Max and he watches over me and I totally adore him. 

Bear took the day off.  It throws our routine out of sync.  But I love having him home and that is that.