Sunday Morning

Shane howled half the night on Saturday night. At 4:58, he was up for the day, and at 5:12 Weston was up too. By 6:30 Shane had dialed Lloyd's commanding officer on the cell phone and Weston had broken a bottle of beer on the kitchen floor. It took us a while to figure out why the Colonel sounded so groggy, because at our house it was halfway to lunch time.