March 12, 2013

White Dog got up with the early crew to sit with Steve as he prepared to finish up his second class in the MBA program this week. "Odd," I thought watching through half-opened eyes as my usual dawn snuggle partner hopped off of the bed. Then I heard YoYoMa try to stealthily sneak out of his pupcave around the bed to join the others. "Hmmmm," and I tried to enjoy the luxury of having the entire bed to spread out across.

I had almost reached the point of returning to sleep and was stretched out comfortably when I realized the ambient relaxing drone I heard was the White Dog Army...and Steve...having a secret meeting in the office. Suddenly I was wide awake.

Turning to get a better listening position, I made the bed groan. The result was silence from the other room. I held my breath and bided my time. It took a while but their conversation resumed. I was twisted with curiosity and wished I could figure out a way to creep closer without being heard.

But then I heard Puff yip the word, "Birthday," and I smiled, thoughts of prying flying from my head. My beautiful husband and the White Ones were discussing plans for my upcoming "Ides of March" birthday. I turned my back to the doorway and pulled the blankets up over my ears. I didn't want to hear more. I want to be truly surprised at what they conjure and I know they will come up with a marvelous way to celebrate.