“My 6am Blissful Morning Walk!”
The morning starts with Lillie whining to be let out her crate. I listen silently hoping my partner hears her and goes to her first. At the side of me, the snoring gets louder … Hmmm, he is playing me at my game! The cheek of it! So quietly I lay there in case he hears her. Still nothing but snoring from a dead weight laying next to me. I pretend to be roused by the puppy and that I’ve only just heard her in case she is truly just waking up.
I get dressed quickly, as soon as I’m up and out of bed, the tail wagging gets louder! It’s a race to be ready before the baby is woken up!
I go to her while her tail is wagging loudly against the side of her crate threatening to wake up the children. The caravan is small, there is room for her but for a 16-week puppy she takes up a quarter of the total floor space. Not that I don’t like that she is part of my family, I love her like a child but come on! There are five humans living in this tiny home for two weeks! Share the space!
Letting her out quietly is like a plane trying to take off without the noise of the engines! It’s impossible!
The crate is open … Tail wagging is furious … Middle child stretches loudly! Puppy is banging the sides of the crate creating a commotion like a rhino is in there … Baby sits up … “Hello, Lillie”. I’m at the door, opening it quietly but that last bit that sticks where the catch doesn’t quite unclick without a loud noise and then … Teenage daughter in the awning is awake! “What time is it.” … “Go back to sleep baby girl … It’s only 6,” … I wait for the “What? Why did you wake me up?” In a millisecond, there it is!
Lillies lead is on, walking bag is filled with all the essentials needed, crossed over my shoulder and I’m gone … With a big smile on my face as I hear hubby say … “Morning Kids”.