What a commotion...

Even had I wanted to sleep in on a weekend, I would not be able to do so. Unlike my internal clock, which shuts off every Friday night, my dogs' internal clocks continue to operate with punctuality. Typical weekday: 5:15 am - the first point of awareness of the morning as the alarm starts screeching. 5:20 am - the first stirrings of movement as I stumble to the alarm clock to clumsily hit snooze, especially if there's a bad song playing on the alarm station. 5:30 am - another stumbling journey to hit snooze. 5:40 am - Sadie's barking from her kennel, probably thinking "is she ever going to get up? I have to pee!" 5:45 am - Can't avoid it any longer, it's morning and I bravely get up to face another day (and the dogs barking in their kennels). 5:50 am - we're outside and the dogs are frolicking as much as they are doing their business. I yawn and try to adjust to the light. 6:00 am - breakfast for everyone while we watch the weather report. 6:15 am - to the shower. 6:30 am - another trip outside for pottying, clean up the pup's kennel and prepare stuff to take to work with me. 6:45 am - bag/purse is ready and it's time to put the dogs back into their kennels. 6:50 am - leave to meet vanpool and then to work. Preferred weekend: Get up whenever I'm ready to crawl out of bed, have a leisurely breakfast and play runescape. Reality: 5:40 am - Bark! Bark! We gotta pee. 6:00 am - Bark! Bark! Get up! 6:30 am - Stumble downstairs to take the dogs out to potty. 6:45 am - Collapse on couch and go back to sleep or play runescape, or, as today, blog and prepare for a day oftraveling for a few hours to co-host a bridal shower for my fabulous friend Becky, and a side shopping trip to pick up some more work shirts & pants.

The funniest part about weekend mornings is that it isn't Sadie who's the loudest in her efforts to get my attention. It's the pup...I've never heard such a small body be capable of barking, keening, howling and all the different types of variations within minutes of each other. As Maia and I were lying, sprawled, across my bed...I looked at her and said "we need to get that pup a muzzle". She blinked her approval before proceeding to clean her paws.