The radio comes on loudly, waking us up the way it does every morning.
DB sits up and looks across at the dog (C) we’re looking after, who’s sleeping on the floor next to his side of the bed.
DB: (excited) Good morning C! It’s time to get up! Yup yup yup! It really is! (Hugs dog.) Now I’m going to get up! And then you can have breakfast! That means I have to get dressed! And you’re standing on my socks! (Starts howl-singing so that the dog joins in. Starts getting dressed, interrupting both his monologue and his dressing himself every couple of seconds to pat/hug/sing to the dog). (Ad infinitum)
Me: Good morning DB.
DB: Good morning Jesska. Come on C! Let’s go downstairs and get some breakfast!
Good thing I know my rank in the herd….