So this morning, I was sleeping soundly, right in the middle of one of my favorite dreams. It was the one where I am sitting at the dinner table with Mom and Dad, a big plate of roast beef in front of me, while Gidget sits on the floor and begs me to give her a little bite. Ahh, pure bliss I tell you. But then, suddenly, I awoke. Something didn't seem right. I looked at the clock. Unfortunately, I don't know how to tell time. But still, I knew something was wrong.
I went and jumped on Dad, who was also sleeping soundly. "Wake up old man, WAKE UP! I begged him. "Look at all that light coming through the window", I said. Dad groggily looked at the clock. "8:30" he said. "Wow, you guys let me sleep pretty late today".
It was true. Somehow, both Gidget and I slept right through our regular weekend wake up time. How could we let this happen? There was breakfast to be eaten, and naps to be taken, and we were very, very late. Oh the horror of it all. Our whole weekend routine was gonna be thrown off now. What could we do? And who was to blame? Of course, I blame Gidget. It must be all her fault. Somehow, I must find a way to make her pay for her indiscretion. But first, I must nap. Hopefully I can get back to my dream and find out what kind of tasty dessert awaits me. Somebody wake me when it's dinnertime.