Tasty boy

This morning was one of the most interesting I've had in awhile. At 6:45, I woke up to Sasha yipping. 90 pound dogs don't yip often. She woofs, but this was a different sound. I was kind of hoping she'd just stop, as I had 15 minutes before I had to get up. She didn't. So I opened my bedroom door and she came bounding upstairs. I pet her for awhile. She tried to pet me back. That is a really annoying habit she has. She's very demanding when it comes to attention. She will paw at you and kind of take your hand in her mouth to move it where she wants it to be. I'll have to ask next week at training how we might stop that.

A few minutes later, I heard quiet screaming (yes, I know, that's an oxymoron. Not sure how else to describe it) and then a weird sound that was like sobbing. Thoughts ran through my mind and I hesitated to even come downstairs and look. I did, though, as sometimes sooner is a better time to see these things than later.

I was greeted by my daughter on the floor of her room giggling hysterically. My son was up in her bed also giggling. Apparently he had gone in to her room to sleep with her around 5:30 (when Matt leaves for work) and in getting out of bed, she had sort of tumbled off her ladder and into her hamper, then some other things I couldn't understand.

They were in a fabulous mood (thank goodness for happy Monday after spring break mornings) and got dressed without a problem. I went back to my room to lay down, accompanied by the big dog. Once Tevin was dressed, he followed me. Sasha started doing her puppy "pet me, pet me, pet me" thing. The next conversation left me giggling. :)

Tevin: "Mom, she's trying to eat me."

Me: "No, Son, she wants you to pet her."

Tevin: "Okay. I'm petting her and she's still doing it."

Me: "I don't know. Maybe you're tasty."
Tevin: "Sasha, I'm a boy. Dogs don't taste boys."

He was having an especially sweet morning, though. If all mornings could be like this, I probably wouldn't hate them so much.