We got up early on Monday to take Elena to school. Last year she dreaded waking up for school and I've heard that she was a pill to get out of the bed. Now that she's a seventh grader at St. Mary's Hall, she is up and perky and working on her curls in plenty of time to have toast and get there by 8:00.
On the way, her only complaint was that her required uniform for Mondays feels like a tablecloth.
Luci was confused, however. When I said, "Hop in!" meaning we're going somewhere in the car, get in, she went for her leash and brought it to me, saying, "We always do Leash before Hop In!"
I haven't taught her to tell time or read thermometers yet, but she knows all that by heart. If it's really cold, or rainy, she knows before I do and prefers a while longer in bed. If I get up in the middle of the night, she joins me in the kitchen, hoping it's Snack Time.
If, after walking, I take a bath and dress for Going Somewhere, she watches me with intense interest, her eyes asking, "Am I going to get to go? Or is this one of those awful days when you're going to desert me and leave me disconsolate and depressed and anxious all morning?"
Did I mention that her doggy eyes have quite an extensive vocabulary?
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