Maria doesn’t have to ask the dogs to rush up in the bedroom and jump all over me while I’m trying to sleep anymore, they just love to do it and come up by themselves.

There is some order to this madness. Zinnia is always holding some present for me, Bud is dying to curl up in the covers and Fate takes the flanking position so that I’m surrounded on all sides.

Yes, there was some mud and dirt, but dogs are dogs.