Heaven on Earth

On Friday I left the pooches to defend the house - all day. Yesterday I made up with them.  We pretended to have a beach party on the bed. That is a rare treat for them. The princess needs to come close to my face, wants to be petted and then trots off to a far corner of the bed and goes to sleep. The prince rolls around the bed like a dervish - he needs to get some of my smell into his fur - and then goes under the blanket, touches skin around my legs where he settles in. He always has to touch skin somewhere. The madam is just happy to jump on the lounge chair next to the bed and goes to sleep immediately. So while we are all snuggled in the phone rang. No way would I ever answer the phone in this blissful state. It was the nun. I called her back later.