I got myself out of bed this morning around 8:45 a.m. because the sun was shining on my face and I was hot. I don’t think I would have awoken but for those two things. I love sleeping in, and that’s why I love Saturdays the best. Cleo sleeps with me every night, and not just at the foot of the bed, either. She likes to burrow underneath the covers for awhile, then comes out, only to burrow again awhile later. I like this little pattern we have together. This morning as soon as I got out of bed she moved into my spot. She thinks she owns this bed. I would say she’s going to get a rude awakening when we move in with David, but I think she’ll be too distracted eating all the treats, playing with other dogs, and chasing the cat around the house to even notice me.