Since they were hungry on arrival, food was in order. By the time it was eaten and cleaned up, the clock was showing thirty minutes after one AM.
Through the house, the only creatures stirring were the cats trying to make their way past the granddogs.
At least that was the case until at a quarter to five this morning when the 100 lb granddog jumped up on my wife's side of the bed.
It was not long before I heard the 70 lb grandddog whining on the floor on my side of the bed.
I thought perhaps they needed a trip outside. It was quickly apparent that they were more interested in sniffing the trees.
For two hours they took turns asking to be petted. As the sun finally rose a little after seven AM, they finally decided it was time for a nap.
Now as I wait for the rest of the crew to wake, I know that an afternoon nap is in the cards for me.
I feel like Santa's truck has gone right through my bed and head.