It must be age catching up with me

I am apparently becoming all too predictable.

A bit of background - we have three small dogs. Because I'm "momma" and was mainly responsible for daily care and training of the two newest additions when we got them earlier this year, I am now the center of their universe. They follow me everywhere I go. And I do mean everywhere. And I do mean follow. Closely. On my heels, as it were. I can't walk down the hall without feeling little puppy noses "bumping" the back of my calves. It's a dog thing, I've been told. But because of this, I've started to call the three of them my "pup-arazzi."

So, fast forward to this morning. I had a really busy last couple of days. I spent a lot of time on the road, on my feet, and away from home, so I was a little beat last night. As a result, I slept in for a while this morning. At least, I slept in until the puparazzi decided it was time for me to get up. When I finally heeded the gentle nosings and subvocal whinings and got up, they joyously danced around my feet for a minute, then both of the pups ran ahead of me to the master bathroom. When they got there, they promptly sat at tail-wagging attendance - one on each side of the potty. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry - apparently they've picked up on my morning "routine" and have decided that 1) I need support and encouragement because of my advancing age, or 2) I need an honor guard, or 3) I need a life guard.

I think I've decided that I don't really want to know what they're thinking. I'll probably be happier that way.