Theft of bed & of sleep

5:30 am: Kaylee wakes up, decides to come over & check in with me. She does this sometimes. I say, “Go back to bed.”

Chance gets up to check in too (scratching at the side of the mattress to get an ear scritch). I tell him to go back to bed too.

He can’t. Second day in a row, Kaylee stole his bed.

Yesterday I left the 2 of them to work it out, which resulted in 40 minutes of Chance scratching, shaking, & whining at Kaylee, then finally stepping over her and curling up behind her. (The current dog beds will sleep two balled-up terriers after all.) Just as he settled, my alarm went off.

Today, I got up, scooped Kaylee out of Chance’s bed, put her down in hers, and everyone was back to sleep by 5:37.

Except me, though I’m thinking that won’t last long.

This had better not become a trend.

An important message from my stomach

OMG. What. Was that.

That was a duck?

That was half a roasted five-pound Long Island duckling? Covered in glaze?

Where do we get more? That was incredible!

Wait, we made that?

I mean, yeah, we cook, and we even cook birds, but it’s not November so you can see where I’m a bit surprised.

Oh, it took four hours?

Well that’s ok. I mean, it’s not like it wasn’t worth it.

When do we get another one? I think we should make it a weekend tradition. And next time make a second batch of glaze for dipping sauce.