Ha, you would catch that!

Truth is, last spring when I was turkey hunting every morning, the dogs thought we permanently changed our hours! Now at 4:00 sharp it's game on; Pepper parades around the bed with her blankey, Sally is standing in the hall panting and Maybel is waiting on one to try and get in bed so she can snap at them. They get that early morning treat while I'm making coffee. Then out to pee. Then the youngest, (Maybel) slams into the door and makes a big dramatic entrance, runs down the hall and jumps in bed with my wife so she can get the best spot. As we speak, (Pepper) is scratching on the door, while I'm getting the laptop set up and the sight loaded. Then the wife's big mutt (Sally) finishes up with her yard patrol to ensure everything is safe and the other two are in. Then she barks at the door. She then goes to the bedroom where a fight always ensues because Maybel doesn't want her on the bed. Wife cusses and swats at them. All goes quiet, Pepper climbs in my lap and there's 4 hours of relative peace, while I bullshit on here, look at the news and see if anyone has put anything on G.B. that I can't live without. The only times it deviates is when they surprise a coon at the bird feeder. That's a paragraph in itself. I swear it took me an hour to write this. Now I have to pee and get another cup of coffee!