Mornings so far have been the toughest. Waking up and not hearing the Whack Whack Whack of a little tail slapping the blankets, a little dog excited her papa is awake. Time for belly rubs and kisses… and then outside for a quick potty break.
I remember in the earlier days how she would seemingly always wake up before me, and kind of crawl up next to my head and stare me down. I’d open my eyes and there she was, licking me.
Over time I got her trained to understand that sometimes I open my eyes before I’m really ready to wake up. So in the latter years she’s still wait, staring at me, but she’d wait until I actually moved to Lei-tack me with her good mornings.
She almost made me a morning person with that. Almost.
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