I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, go back to sleep.
Me: Would love to, but Tiger is up and calling for breakfast.
Stella: It’s dark. Too dark for breakfast.
Me: Yeah, I know. But she’s up and she’s not gonna quit until she gets breakfast. All right, Tiger, all right. I’m getting your food.
Tiger: Hungry. And potty. Don’t forget that.
Me: Everybody else in the house is asleep. Look outside. It is dark.
Tiger: Not for long. Don’t you feel it?
Me: What? Sleepiness?
Tiger: The light in the sky. It’s coming. We will greet it.
Me: Can we start greeting it when it’s higher in the sky?
Tiger: This is the special time.
Me: The sky is lightening.
Tiger: What do humans call this time?
Me: Dawn.
Tiger: Dawn. A pretty time. Like no other time of day…Okay, that’s over. Let’s go back to bed.
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You are a good mom. I’m not so good at Dawn
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If it weren’t for the bulldogs, I would never stare Dawn in the eye. It’s beautiful, but I am not a fan.
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