I have a wonderful, wonderful dog. Mostly. She’s definitely a personality. Most of the time we get along great, but one of her less endearing traits is her punctuality. You see, during the week we go for our morning walk before I leave for work, which is really early in the morning. This means that on the weekend she expects us to keep this schedule. No matter what.
So, every Saturday and Sunday morning I’m woken at an ungodly hour by a whining, insistent, nuzzling nose. She does not care how late I was up the night before, nor how many alcoholic beverages were consumed, nor how hungover and exhausted I am. When it’s time to go, it’s time to go, and I’ve learned the hard way not to ignore my doggy alarm clock. Continue reading