Twins?

I’m not quite myself before I get properly caffeinated in the morning.

Pile of laundry.

When tumbled out of bed and into my shorts I saw Smulan, the dog I'm currently sitting for for some, still sleeping on my bedroom carpet. More dead than alive I addressed her with that typical "girly-cute" voice one tends to talk to newborn babies with;

- Wake up, cutie cutie… lets go out. Come, come… sleepy head.

No reaction what so ever. I yawned.

- Come on, Smulan lets go…

Still no reaction.

Then I heard something behind me. The dog. She was entering through the bedrom door with a newly wake expression over her face, drowsily draging her paws behind her...

... and wondering why on earth I was trying to talk a pile of laundry into go out and do morning toilet ???

Smulan the dog.

Bark!

// T.