Knock Three Times

Hubby and I were asleep in our bed. Cuddled closely with Greta and Arnie and Fritz slumbering on the floor by the door. Suddenly, there was a knock, knock, knock. Hubby and I started to wake, each thinking we must still be dreaming.

Knock, knock, knock!!!

I turned over and looked at Hubby. “Who is knocking at our door?” I asked him.

Knock, knock, knock!!!

He got up and opened our bedroom door and in ran Anneliese! Yes, my little mama dackel knows how to knock on a door! Can you believe it? She needed to go out, so I got up with her and of course all the other dogs came with me, and we all went out to explore Mother Nature in the back yard.

It was just 5:45 AM!

Still, how can I be angry with a dog who has taught herself to knock? Polite, yes?

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I never did get back to sleep as I had puppy duty. I weighed them, fed them their breakfast, cleaned up their box and played with them. Hubby joined me a couple of hours later and apologized for failing to gate in Anneliese before he came to bed last night. I laughed and told him not to worry. I actually got a big kick out of my dackel knocker!

As promised I have pictures of the babies. They are so adorable and I told Hubby that we really needed to post some new pictures so he helped me get a few.

Baron.

Bogey.

Ali (Birgit)

Baerbel (Belle)

We also managed to get in a play session outside before the cold front blew in, bringing with it rain showers and quite a bit of wind.

All the puppies pooped outside which amused the little twin girls from next door and their friend. The twins are 7 and their friend is 6 so poop humor is right up their ally!