Today was one of those mornings where I just did not want to get out of bed. My alarm was set for just before 7 a.m., but my biological clock woke me at 6:30 a.m. in preparation of the day. I closed my eyes and attempted to go back to sleep until the buzz of the daily wake up call, especially since I had every intention of hitting the snooze at least twice before getting ready for my work day.
Unfortunately, I have learned that I really don't need the alarm clock as I have a 70 lbs. dog who suffices just fine. As I lay there pretending to sleep, Marley inched her way closer and closer to the nape of my neck as she does most mornings, regardless if it's a work day or a weekend, and she nuzzles, then loudly yawns, then scoots her butt so it lands on top of me, then she nudges me with her paw, and then she sits above me and stares. It's the creepiest feeling in the world to have something hover over your resting body watching, waiting and breathing on your skin. But her persistence always pays off, because every morning I relent and get up. Eric has tried countless times to get up with her when she starts her antics, but that darn dog is adamant that I be the one to get up, let her out and feed her growling stomach that she will not move from her crouched position above my head until I get up with her. It's a wonderful feeling being loved so much, but on days like today when I want to snooze just a wee bit longer, it becomes a drag.
