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Psst…It’s Bedtime, Mama

Last night, or should I say early, early, early this morning (1am), I decided I’d better head to bed.  I’d been up late working on lesson plans for a substitute and entering grades.

When I got to my room, I found this…

Sorry for the poor quality of the photo.  Guess the camera on my phone was sleepy too.

But, if you look closely, you’ll see a bone buried in the blanket (to the left).

Molly, the bone thief, had left me a present.  She’s been doing this…stealing the other dogs’ bones and leaving them in my bed at night.

I think she’s doing this to lure me in there, as if the temptation of a half-chewed bone will make my salivary glands go crazy, thus enticing me to go to bed early.

I guess you can’t blame the girl for trying, eh?