With my living alarm clocks going off I once again woke up. Zariant was barking, Melody was calling, and my father-in-law was blinding me. Typical morning. I let my wife be, and got out of bed. I rubbed my eyes hoping Apollo would stop being so bright. I left our bedroom and crossed the hall to Melody's room. She somehow woke up really early in the morning. Most likely since she was out by eight. She was playing with some of her toys and "her" puppy. My hellhound and my wife's sunhound were oddly compatible, and that led to four happy puppies running around the house. Melody smiled at me, and begged me to pick her up. I did so and carried her downstairs. She like her mother had this habit of liking to watch me make breakfast, and well cook in general. I made her, her pancakes, and then worked on everyone elses, and the other food.