Easter Morning

I woke up this morning to find Zaphod batting my hand which was dangling over the side of the bed. Very gently, with just a touch of claw. I cracked my eyes open a millimetre to find him staring at me. He clearly already had his story in mind. "Oh, hello. I see you're awake. Since you are, would you mind getting up and getting me a treat or two? I'd really appreciate it." Bat. Bat-bat.

Piper, noticing this activity, leaped up and bounced to the edge of the bed (which naturally included standing on me) to see what was going on. I still did my best to feign sleep. After all, we're supposed to be the smartest species -- in the house, anyway. Maybe I could still fool them.

And then came the Loudest Stage Whisper Ever: "Piper? You want to 'Go Out'?" And then the inevitable Canine Dance of Joy pulverizing my body to a pulp. (Good thing I didn't get an Irish Wolfhound.)

At this point I gave up. I resignedly told Hubby he no longer needed to whisper, swung my legs out from under the dog and stumbled off to the bathroom. While Piper was Out, Zaph got his treats, and now everyone is happily back in bed, sleeping in.

Except me.

I'll get my nap later.