A Morning Mutt

I'm a morning person, and I'm pleased to say that Pappy follows in my footsteps. After I hop up to turn off the alarm is one of the few times in a day he lobbies for a belly rub. He lies on his back waggling his tail until I give him a good rubdown, during which he can barely restrain himself from gnawing my hand. He then hops up, does a little yoga (the downward dog pose), has a full-body shakeoff, and prances over to my wife's side of the bed-- juiced over the new day.

Meanwhile, my wife is moaning like someone hit her with a weary stick, and the way she blinks her eyes brings to mind The Mole People. She's definitely not a morning person.