Morning Time

My dog Sam has an uncanny sense of time.

Every morning he feels the need to wake me up just to let me know that my alarm will be going off in exactly fifteen minutes. He starts out with a quiet whimper. If he doesn’t get a response right away, Sam will get louder and will occasionally nudge me with his cold, wet nose. Sometimes, he gets help from Buddy, our orange tabby. Buddy’s approach is to plop his furry bulk directly in front of my face and purr. It only takes a moment before I am forced to jerk my head out of his fur, gasping for air. Of course, all the excitement wakes up our little puppy Maggie. She can’t stand the thought of missing out on all the fun.

I’ve tried my best to break Sam of this habit. Ignoring him doesn’t work. Yelling at him doesn’t work. Even carefully explaining to him that I need to sleep up until the very last possible second doesn’t work. I nearly always end up stumbling out of bed before the gentle alarm on my iPhone ever has a chance to go off.

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Our first mission is to find Mimi so that we can wake her up. You never know where my goofy kid will end up going to sleep. The critters and I parade down the hall looking for her. She’s usually on the bathroom floor, her bedroom floor, one of the couches, or sometimes even in her own bed. When we find Mimi, the dogs set about waking her up by climbing on her and giving her lots of kisses. To my amazement, this always makes her laugh.

The critters and I continue our procession toward the backyard. A quick stop in the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot (I really should take the time to program it), then we head downstairs and I let them outside. While they are taking care of business and patrolling the perimeters, I take on the mindless chores of cleaning out the litter boxes and folding laundry.

When the dogs are ready to come inside, we make our way back upstairs. After a quick check to make sure that Mimi is up and getting ready for school, I pour a mug of coffee and settle down in my favorite chair with my laptop. Little Maggie climbs up beside me, while Sam settles at my feet.

My daughter and I mostly grunt at each other, neither one of us wanting to be awake before the sun. Still we manage to communicate our plans for the day. As Mimi leaves for school at 6:30 every morning, I tell her I love her and urge her to drive safely.

I adore that kid.

I finish up my coffee and tell myself that I really should leave for the gym before work. I stand up and Sam, leads the way back to our king size bed for another hour of sleep. I don’t bother setting the alarm because I know that I will be woken up in plenty of time

My dog Sam, has an uncanny sense of time.

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4 Responses to Morning Time

  1. Pamela says:

    a familiar ring to that … when I had a dog. We still have a cat and she is far more annoying. As the warm weather arrives, she starts the feeding routine and going outside about 3 a.m. I hate to put her food outside because of possum, raccoons, and other cats.

  2. Molly says:

    Your dog sounds like a fine companion.

  3. Wilson says:

    I like your sense of experiencing life in the moment.

  4. Hi Susan,
    This is the first time I have visited your blog–and love it.
    I, too, have a furry alarm clock. He’s a 17-year-old well-loved feline. He has recently gone deaf, so he meows very LOUDLY! I can’t complain, however, since he starts in at 6 a.m. and I should be up by then!
    I look forward to reading more of your posts.