Festive season

There is something very odd going on with the humans this past week. Our whole routine - which we dogs rely on as the very fabric of our existence - is being shot to pieces. Our normal day consists of pestering the humans awake at 6.45am for toilet, breakfast, back to bed for a snooze. 11am - walk. 12pm - chewy bone. Snooze. 2pm - play fight for an hour. 3pm snooze. 6pm - dinner and walk. 7pm - play fighting. 8pm - snooze in front of the TV with the humans. 10pm - bed.

But this week, the humans can hardly drag themselves out of bed of a morning (and when they do there is some grizzling and mutterings of keeping the noise down and acheing heads) so we have had to resort to sitting on them at 6.45am, and still we have been left to starve until 7.15am. Then we have been getting dinner at 5pm, no walk, and no humans until 9pm or so, when they come in and go to bed.

There is much giggling and swaying up the stairs on the way to bed, and hardly any of the fuss we are used to when we get there. Lights out. Snoring starts. And the breath!

I hear they call this the 'festive season'.... wonder how long it lasts?