NaBloPoMo DAY 6:
My dog, Henry, has a biological clock and it’s ticking like crazy.
If there’s anything you should know about 5 a.m., it’s that it’s very early.
Which can only mean one thing: Henry has yet to adjust to Daylight Savings Time–fall back, spring forward and all that. His biological clock keeps telling him to wake up at 5 am, which until last week, was actually 6 am. A more civilized hour than
For the last five days, that’s the hour that Henry, my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel has been waking me up. In other words, on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and today, Thursday.
5 a.m. Grr.
It’s pitch-black dark at 5 a.m. I don’t want to get up at 5 a.m. So I cover my face with my pillow, and in the process knock young Oliver off his perch around my head.
“Yowza,” he cries as he falls off the bed, scrambling back on a second later.
Ugh, it’s amazing how early it is at 5 am. It might as well be the middle of the night, if you ask me. At 5 a.m., all I want is one more hour of sleep. But then I hear that little high pitched bark of his.
The one that seems to be saying, “I’m royalty and you must obey me. SO WAKE UP!!”
It’s just a staccato bark, but its high-pitch falsetto can break sound barriers. It’s piercing and unnerving. I peek out from under my covers, to see what the fuss is about, and discover Henry’s larger-than-life face peering down at me as if I’m some odd specimen he dragged in from outside. Which is exactly how I feel at 5 a.m.
“Wake up, Cook,” he seems to be smirking at me. “I’m hungry.”
“Go back to sleep,” Henry, I mutter from under the pillow.
Woof, WOOF, WOOF!
So, exactly how many more days before we switch the clocks back or spring forward?