The little leader
Without really seeing anything I manage to put on my robe and take my short legged fur friends down off the bed. One of them leads the way down the hall, tail wagging. The other is behind me poking me in the calf to hurry me along.
The calf poker gets her food first because otherwise she'll stick her nose in her sister's bowl. The leader is patient and waits for her food to be shoveled into her bowl. Then, the crunching starts. I try to go lay down on the couch until they are finished, but little leader comes in and stares at me until I come back in the kitchen with them. Then, she will finish her food.
The calf poker
Once the chomping is done, it's time to go outside. This is my chance to relieve myself, too. By the time I get back to the kitchen, the two furry demanding goddesses are ready to come back in and now they want attention. I can try to lay back down, if it's a weekend, but Miss Moaner will stand and stare at me and keep talking until I give in and either give her a belly rub or play with her.
I really just want some more rest. These two are wonderful alarm clocks except that they did not come equipped with snooze buttons.
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