I sleep as late as I can, dress quickly, and grab my already-made lunch from the fridge, stuff my lunchbox, and leave. Usually Willow is sound asleep when I emerge from the bedroom at 6:15, but this morning she was at the gate waiting for me. When I opened the gate she raced for the bedroom, pushed the door open, and went to dance at James' side of the bed! I called her out and, even though I really didn't have time, took her out—she acted like she really had to go! When we got back in and I unsnapped the leash, she ran back to the bedroom trying to get James' attention (he doesn't have to get up until seven). I got her to come out and shooed her back behind the baby gate and left.

When I called James before he left he told me what had been wrong: she was out of water. But she never led me to the empty water dish; she wanted him to get her water. Too funny.

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. . . . . noted and logged by Linda at 7:17:00 PM

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