First thing in the morning

I've been meaning to try to capture some of Darby's and my first-thing-in-the-morning ritual and finally remembered to grab my phone this morning.

Every morning, I let Darby out of her crate (right next to my side of the bed) and she and I go out to the upstairs hall closing the bedroom door behind us so we don't disturb Glenn.

Then I get down on the carpet and play with her--rub her ears, whisper in her ears,  and talk baby talk to her (gag!)  Until fairly recently this was the only time she would tolerate snuggle-y stuff.

After a few moments I stop, she does this:

 

 

 

Then, after a minute or two, she stands up and is ready to go downstairs and start the day!

It just occurred to me that all that stretching might not be dog yoga, but rather an attempt to get rid of all my kisses!!