Get up!

This week is the "October Break" school holiday.  Only a week long, but a break nonetheless.

I get to sleep in about an hour later every day because I don't have to be up at 5:20 (in time to get my son to his school bus by 6:15).

Every morning this week, my "puppy" (he's a year old now and huge) wakes me up by hitting my bed.  Normally I can't get this dog up in the mornings. He is the laziest dog I've known! He wants to sleep in until 6 - or later.  But this week, he's woken me up every morning. He hits my bed - multiple times.  He just sits and hits his paw on the bed. I was getting very annoyed because my one chance to get a little lie-in has been taken away by a dog!!

This morning I had a different thought.  Maybe he's not trying to annoy me, but maybe he's actually got a built-in timer. Although he's not always very bright, he's not a stupid dog - he's been taught a few little tricks within minutes (sit, paw, lie down).  He also knows a few words (his name - Koda, outside, what's this, along with some others). He hasn't quite grasped the word no, or not to chew everything (and he still wants to attack our visitors).

Maybe - just maybe - he's not being naughty, but actually trying to tell me that I need to get up.

...Or maybe he just wants to go outside to wee.

Yip, this is how he often sleeps "in" his bed. Sometimes he hangs out even more

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