Poor Daddy. He works so hard on Sundays. You would think we would at least allow him to get a little nap after church… Â
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First, the cat decides that his head needs a bath. Now.
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Of course, the doggie isn’t allowed on the couch, or she would be helping out. Instead, she rests her head on the cushion next to him, and tries to look pitiful…and whines.
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Then, Hannah jumps in…Â
(And, did you notice the cat tongue? I wasn’t kidding about the bath!)
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…to wake her daddy with a kiss. (Not that he has had much of a chance to fall asleep!)
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So much for a well-deserved Sunday afternoon nap!
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But, you know what? He doesn’t seem to mind one bit!!
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You know me. My secret identity will be easily discerned if you look at my blog. We’re friends, and I’m not a weirdo, I promise.