Yesterday morning, Pea slept in because she was poorly. Our spaniel Macy bounced in the midst of the chaos that occurs as jackets are put on, keys jingle in hand, bookbags are sorted, and the Hubs and Boo depart for the day. I settled into tidying the kitchen despite not having eaten; I thought I’d wait for Pea to awaken as she hates to eat breakfast alone. It was very quiet in the house, and as I headed upstairs to peek on on my sleeping angel, I spied Macy. Standing watch. Waiting for her girl. She had been scolded earlier for jumping on the door – she was keen to…