Sunday, June 5, 2011

A Sweet Awakening

The light begins creeping through the window much too early most mornings. As I turn over, a puppy kiss and a cold wet nose poke me awake. Much too early on a summer morning at the lake. I pat the bed and up she jumps. It's really all Chloe wants--to be able to get in bed with me and sleep in comfort a little bit longer.  Thus, begins our day.

A half an hour or so later, we are up. Well, I try. First, I have to convince Chloe it is time to get up. She turns her head and looks at me--a questioning look in her eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Move, Chloe."

A thump of the tail...

"Chloe, down."  Oops, wrong command. She lays her head down and looks at me. "I'm already down" she seems to say.

"Chloe, off."  Right command, ignored by the fluff ball at my feet.

I give her a little push to the edge of the bed and she finally begins her scootch off the bed.  First the front paws, oh, so slowly. Then come the back paws, one at a time. Once down, she does the morning stretch and then heads for the door. But not before grabbing a toy to take with her. For some reason, now she thinks we are going to play!

Not yet, sweetie. First, we have to have coffee.

2 comments:

  1. It's the story of your blog title! Great description of what happens in the am. You always use the dialogue so well.

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  2. Cute story. My dog and I have morning routine too. I'm includes having to start hot tea machine before we head out for morning walk.

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