Their ears go straight up. Their tales go straight. They listen. Someone upstairs gets up for a few minutes and it's quiet again. You can just see the disappointment on their black fuzzy faces.
Around 10 or 11 someone leaves the door to the stairs open about 3 inches and I hear a swish and Nyah's gotten so good you don't even hear her puppy paws on the stairs anymore. But somewhere upstairs someone is suddenly dreaming of an earthquake and opens their eyes to see a smiling eager black puppy face and a long tongue and I hear one voice after the other cry, "Mom! Make them come down!" I smile.
Well, these puppies still have their number. Every half hour as a different kid comes down they're sitting by the door like they haven't gone out for hours. Last week each of the kids would enthusiastically say, "Oh, poor puppy! Do you want to go out?" The puppies go out and run around for a half hour." Come in and so it goes x 5.
This week someone gets up, they look at the puppies. Then they gp find the last person to get up and say, "Have they gone out yet?" and the last person just looks at them and nods. What's not to love?
When everyone leaves and the puppies are stuck with just me again, vacation's over!
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