The morning

Just so we are all clear. I am not a morning dog.

When my mom comes down the stairs in the morning, Minnie and Ellery run to the stairs and greet her with wags and circle jumps and love. I am in my crate, fast asleep. Minnie and Ellery go outside and then my mom comes to peek in at me. I can't hear any of this morning craziness....did you forget I am deaf, people???

I am fast asleep in my crate. My mom opens the door, looks into at me, and I am still asleep. She'll tap the crate to cause vibrations and I am still asleep. Usually, she has to reach in and give me some morning pets to wake up. I wake up, one eyeball at a time and look at her like, "morning, already, ma???""

She makes me go outside in the yard to do my biz'....and then I go right back to my comfy crate. I lay on my fleece blanket (aka: my binky) and deaf-dog-nap while my mom makes coffee, straightens the dishes, and starts getting ready. The only way I will my get up in the morning is if my mom sits down with her laptop to read her rescue email. If I catch a peek, I'll come running so I can beat Ellery and sit closest to her while she reads email. But, I am not reading emails. I am fast asleep!

My mom thinks I sleep so much because I am doing so much growing and I need all the energy I can get. I think mom forgets I am a teenager and just cause I can't put Nirvana posters up in my room doesn't mean I don't want to sleep until noon.