-My day starts too early to note, but when the alarm goes off my first task is try to get out from underneath whichever dog has decided to sleep on me.
-I struggle down the hall and let 2 dogs out the back door, then go the kitchen to start the coffee.
-Go back to the bathroom to go potty and then yell at Dick to get up.
-While he's trying to get awake, I go let the first 2 dogs in and let another 2 out (their idea to go out this way - NOT mine).
-Go back to bathroom and turn on curling irons.
-By this time, Dick is awake and moving so I go make the bed (before anyone changes their mind and gets back in) that is if Max is up. If not, I make the bed later.
-If he is up, I follow him down the hall and let him out while the 2 that were out come in.
-While I'm waiting, I can go back and let Max in hoping that one of the first 4 don't want to go back out. I also check to see if any laundry or dishes need to be picked up, washed, put away, etc.
-By this time Dick has already left for work so I get in the shower, do my hair, eat breakfast and fix my lunch.
-All the while I'm doing this I stepping/tripping over Max who wants to sit next to me and/or Molly/Muffin/Kirby who want to wrestle underneath my feet and/or Carly who wants to sit by me and get her morning scratches.
-Then I go get the kennels ready for the two youngest dogs - fluff blankets and make sure they have favorite toys to amuse themselves.
-Take any number of dogs back outside to make sure they have had an opportunity to do whatever business they feel necessary. And a couple of them require a chaperone to go poop. (Not my idea - Dick taught them this - but of course, he's gone already)
-Get everyone back inside, put Muffin and Kirby in their kennels, give treats to everyone and run like crazy for the car.
-And people wonder why I'm tired before I ever leave for work.
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