I woke up earlier than I had planned this morning. I was awakened by my dog who got up in my face and barked. Loudly. And I have no one to blame but myself.
Last night, I went to bed having left a number of lights and a television on downstairs. I had meant to go down and turn everything off, but was so tired, I just crashed. The dog woke at 6:15 and heard the local newscast on the TV. I guess he thought there was a burglar in the house and decided he needed to tell me about it.
And no, he didn't need to go outside as I had to shove him out the door. And no, he wasn't hungry, as I prepared his food for him and left it in the kitchen. He turned his nose up at it. He probably won't touch it for hours.
Since I was in the kitchen, I went ahead and ate my breakfast, and now I am wide awake.
The dog is back upstairs, sound asleep in his bed.
Grrrr.
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