Single parenting with a backchatting husky.

J rang from NZ this morning (Sunday).

"Bolo is being a bully!" I whinged. Bolo vociferously denied this in the background. "Its rude to interrupt." I reproached him.

"What do you mean?" asked J.

"He won't let me sleep in!" I was answered by deep chuckles. "We all got up at 6.30 - 6.30!!!! - to have bathroom breaks and breakfast, and then we went back to bed, and I fell asleep again, and then I've got this big furry head in my face telling me off. It's my Sunday, and he won't let me sleep in!"

"You mean you're being bullied by a dog a quarter of your size?"

Silence. "...He's very good at emotional blackmail..."

I'm not cut out to be a single parent. Especially on a Sunday morning.