Okay, everybody, all together now!

Awwwwwwwww!

This morning I had to go back to work (*sigh*). Got my clothes out and put them on the foot of the bed, turned to shut off the closet light and close the door, turned back and

there's Taenzer lying on my clothes, elaborately *not* looking at me.

"Taenzer."

SO innocent: "Me? Yes?"

"Taenzer, you're lying on Mommy's clothes."

Rapt attention.

"Taenzer, you have to move."

Ears go down. If you have a German Shepherd, you know how unbelievably expressive their ears can be. Sad eyes.

"Taenzer. Move. Somebody has to make money to buy dog food."

Big sigh, very slowly gets up and moves to the head of the bed.

Yeah, I'd much rather have stayed home with them and finished my sweater. But I did get lots of kisses when I came home at noon.

I have tooth marks on my new vacuum. Timber, Mighty Killer of Snow Shovels, apparently is branching out to vacuums. As with snow shovels, I find this both annoying and hugely amusing, so he gets laughed at more than fussed at.