6:30

Okay. Last night Sophie slept in my bed with me. So can you guess why I woke up at 6:30 in the morning?
   Yeah.
I woke up on my own around 6:15, and saw it was still pretty dark outside. So I tried to get back to sleep, but Sophie kept running around on top of the bed and eating my face and other such things, so I got up, picked her up out of the bed, and went downstairs and out to the backyard so she could pee. While she was going, I looked at the stars to pass the time. Yeah; the stars.
   She had a good piddle, and I took her back through the house and up to my room, where we both got under the covers and I shut my eyes and tried to go to sleep. And then she started whining and running around. After a while of her acting like this, I finally gave up and looked at the clock; it said 7:30, but I still haven't set mine after daylight savings time. (Spring forward, fall back; my clock's an hour fast.) So it was 6:30. Fine; it wasn't that ridiculously early. So I picked up Sophie and went back downstairs, where I put Sophie down and attempted to turn on the TV to pass the time until the others woke up. And as she nipped at my ankles while I groped for the cord, I realized that I couldn't watch TV; I had to watch her, to prevent such things as the peeing on floors and the eating of electrical cords. So basically I spent about two hours (mom & Owen woke up around 8) walking around the house trying to keep a bored puppy out of trouble. I woke up early enough to see the sunrise but I didn't even get to sneak a peek.

(Okay, to be fair she did nap with me through a whole episode of "Monk", and a good part of "Queen of the Sun". But still.)

So, in other news, (although not so much a non-sequitur) I have some pictures of Sophie!

Here she is with dad, on her first day;

I love this one; not exactly an accurate depiction, but so cute!

Here she is being held by Owen and petted by me. She's so calm when she's being held.

Here she is being held by me. (Notice how almost all these pictures are of her being held;
that's 'cause she has almost no chance of standing still otherwise!)

This is a picture of her lying down being all sweet; you don't see much of this.

Here's a picture of her chewing a stick while sitting on me.
Can you see where she got the nickname "Crocodile"?

Here's her and Max sharing a stick; he's really good with her, so stuff like this happens
more often than you might think. (Like, as I type this, for instance.)

Here she is chewing on my hand just this morning.

And the same.

And here she is napping today. :-)

Sooo... yeah. As you can see, we really love our puppy! :-)