Where did I go wrong? For most of my life, I was a night owl. Well, ok, I could be considered a morning person, if you stretch the definition to early morning, as in going out for coffee at 2am morning person. But waking up anytime before 8, I don't want to think about.
And I know what I'm missing - for several years there, because I carpooled to work with Roger, I had to be out the door by 6 am. It was my own little version of hell. Sure, it was nice to be at the office with no one around to bug me as I sullenly slid into my work routine, but it wasn't worth missing the velvety embrace of Morpheus another couple of hours.
But now - my little Teutonic terriorist has decreed that he likes mornings. And it's not enough for him to be up... his mama must be up. He's gone so far as to go wake up my mother, so that she can come wake me up. His father can be up and around and perfectly willing to snuggle/feed/play with him, but that's not enough - he's still going to be stalking up and down the length of the bed, whining at me, and occasionally climbing Mt Midori-mama just to get me up and dressed and out into the living room where he can climb back into my lap... and fall asleep.
Has anyone found the location of the snooze button on a miniature dachshund? Let me know if you have...
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