Bright and Early

So, we have a new addition to the family. Not a baby…but close. A puppy. And she wakes us up first thing in the morning. Much earlier than the two of us (sleep-addicted) would normally choose to greet the day.

We’re talking early. Very early. As in, the dew is still wet on the grass, and morning newspapers have only just been delivered. I think the moon may still linger faintly in the sky. But I wouldn’t know, as I am still mostly asleep, standing in my pajamas, and begging Daisy to make good use of the grass - and quickly. All so I can climb back into my warm bed with my (still) sleeping husband and squeeze in one more dream before I really…absolutely….must…get up.

We must really love Daisy, because if you knew how wonderful our bed was (feather bed, 400 count sheets, and cozy duvet – the best spot in the house, thanks to our wedding registry), you would understand the sacrifice we make to climb out of it every morning to take our dear whimpering little dog outside at The Crack of Dawn.

The best mornings are the ones when…Ben has to take Daisy out. We actually played rock-paper-scissors the other morning to decide whose turn it was. I won. Victory is sweet. I pulled the covers up under my chin and fell promptly back to sleep.

- Anna