Addendum

I was so tired last night that I forgot part of the joy of my day. I also miscalculated on the number of the rolls. These rolls were about the size of a Subway sandwich. They didn't eat six, they ate eight. They haven't moved much since, but they got me up twice during the night. I refused to get up more times. I really was tired. Besides, I had been dealing with dog yeast farts all night.

Wiz was also unusually vocal last night. It seems that the Christmas cards I had bought for next year had those stretchy-string-metallic ties on them. Wiz has a thing for hair bands, but her first love is those metallic stretch ties. She was up all night chewing on them and screaming for me to play fetch. I thought she was just calling as usual so I did my best to ignore her. She was in Wiz heaven all night. I took them away when I got up.

Twice during the evening Molly went to the servant bell and tried to get me to give her treats, but I waved the wrapper from the rolls at her and she dropped her head and huffed off. Hm, huffed. She probably wanted to huff the wrapper.

What I had noticed when I was cleaning up the plant dirt with the inadequately charged Dust Buster was The Smell. There I was, bent over, holding onto four books, my purse, and the messenger bag, trying to clean up the floor so I could enter the kitchen. Who knew plant dirt could spread so far?

Baby was howling, which meant she didn't poop in my bedroom. I was running the Dust Buster and telling her I didn't believe her because I could smell it, but it seemed awfully strong for being up the stairs, down the hall, and around the corner by the master bath. Once I cleaned the floor enough so I could walk through, I found The Problem.

True enough, Baby did not poop in my bedroom. Somehow, with wisdom only a dog could understand, she managed to poop on top of the kitchen heater vent. When I came home, the furnace was running.

After I cleaned that up, I decided I had earned a treat and had a scoop of Spumoni ice cream, which is my favorite. I was tired, remember? I sat down and reflected on how much I love my pets.

This morning Molly dragged me out of bed for breakfast - yes, she still wanted breakfast - and I opened the refrigerator to get out the pumpkin which is supposed to help with Baby's Problem and I found the ice cream in the refrigerator. Not the freezer.

So the cat and the dogs all got a spoon of Spumoni slop in their breakfast bowls. All I got was a good laugh.