This incident happens to me each and every morning of my life ever since I bought that silly puppy of mine that I wonder how I didnt blog about it before…
I am a finicky-morning person i.e., I like to wake up on my own and not cause someone rang the bell or honked the horn or worse, the fool of a puppy you own greets you awake by:
a. Grabbing your hand, thinking its a bone and giving it a good chew
b. Wagging her tail (which is not so small, now she’s 9 months) and whipping it up against your legs. Owiee!
c. Actually cat-walking up and down the length of the bed till you have to wake up and render an ovation
Winkie did all three today morning; she wouldnt stop walking up and down the side of my bed, wagging her tail and trying to dig in her fangs to any body part not under the bed cover. She just wouldnt stop; she kept all this up for at least 15 minutes by which time I was ready to leave the bed just so that she’d stop the cat-walk.
That was what happened today morning. Tomorrow, I’m going to dig deep and stay put in my bed no matter what circus Winkie Poo does. Please to wake me up when its all over.
Yeah, I am highly tempted. Although its usually this human who drains the last drop out of wine bottles (as and when only… heh heh) I’ll probably sedate her instead!