Dog Tired

My day starts off very much the same, most days. The alarm goes off around 5:30 a.m. and the dogs, of which there are three, react as if the entire planet simultaneously announced it was time for walkies. There is dancin' and howlin' and droolin' to the groovin' and then they hit me and wake that funky lookin' white boy. Literally. Usually either the middle of the chest or the lower abdominal area, neither is overly comfortable.

It starts with my Golden Retriever, Dozer (who is named that because her behavior warrants it), breathing heavily with a well placed whine of exasperation and tap dancing around the bed inserting the occasional paw chop on my nether regions as described above. This alerts the Australian Cattle Dog, Boo (whose name is still a mystery to me but it works) who charges out of the closet where she sleeps and jumps on the bed in the general vicinity of my head. Dances around then jumps back off and runs to the door. This action results in the Miniature Dachshund, Rolo (who practices Blue Steel) to remove himself from the blankets of the bed, shake it off, and jump down.

Now, our house is a lovely combination of both wood and tile flooring, it looks wonderful. It sounds like a herd of tap dancing rhinoceros at about 5:30 a.m. At this time, I remove myself from the bed and grudgingly take the wild ones outside for their morning psychosis relief.





That's most mornings.

Today that all started about an hour early minus the alarm clock. Dozer began her huffing and puffing early, for some unknown reason, and refused to hear repeated requests to lay down and go to sleep. She was ready to go and nothing was stopping her. The only thing saving this from total pain in the assity is that the other two were relatively unresponsive at first, so it was a simple battle of wills between the two of us, I lost. So my day started much earlier than usual and I'll be feeling it before it's all over and chances are I'll grumpily greet the dogs when I get home just to prove a point. What that point is, I have no idea, we are talking about sleep deprivation and talking to dogs, rationality took a left turn out of the room somewhere around the beginning of this whole debacle.