The lady, the man and the kids needed noises to wake them up. Beep, beep, beeping from a box that the man swatted at until it got quiet. Then again, a few minutes later, but this time with a grumbling and a quick pull on of a bedside lamp. Betty kept her eyes open but liked the warm pile of fur she created between the two people. The lady sat up and Betty decided to stretch and moan.
The lady opened the doors of the kids’ rooms, flicking on their lights to the grumbling of the girl and the giggling of the wide-awake but hiding boy. She went into the bathroom and disappeared for some time into the sounds of water and flushing and brushing.
The man got dressed and headed downstairs, followed by the now-dressed children, all three heading for bowls and cereal and cups of milk in the kitchen. They petted Betty, but didn’t seem to be near the front door at all.
The lady came downstairs and gasped. “We need to take the dog out first thing, guys. There’s a puddle down here.” And in a bit of a huff, she grabbed the collar, hooked Betty and headed outside muttering something about a serious change in routine.
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