A Royal Routine of Morning Tea ☕ and Poodle Theatre 🐩🎭 The kingdom stirs at first light, not with trumpets or fanfare, but with the gentle clink of a teacup, the rustle of fresh linens, and the quiet breath of two toy poodles beginning their morning ritual beside their queen. Easton, the noble-hearted knight, stretches with a yawn that might as well be a bow. Juliette, the black-fluff empress, shakes her regal coat and sits poised at the edge of the bed, glancing at the tea in her mother’s hand. It is a signal—a sacred code. Tea means chicken feet. The morning play begins shortly after the ceremonial feast. They…