As mentioned in an earlier post, I have to get up at 5am each morning, so that I can take my daughter to work.

But, she is currently away on holiday with Mrs. M, and so that means I get a lay-in. Yay!

I have set the alarm for 6am, so that I can have an extra hour in bed.

But, so far, it hasn’t happened. My internal body clock keeps rousing me at around 5am.

And once I’m awake, I generally have to get up. I can’t just lay there.

Which is fine. I’m very much a morning person, so once I’m up I’m quite happy.

However, this morning, I was really tired, thanks to someone’s bastard car alarm that had me up at 3am so, when I automatically woke up and saw on the bedside clock that it was only ten-past five, I groaned and rolled over, to go back to sleep.

The dog was having none of that though.  She’d heard my slight groan and bounded up the stairs, into the bedroom to make sure I got up. She often does this.

Her technique, is to sit by the bed and stare intently at me. I can feel her telepathic doggy thoughts burrowing into my brain: “Get up! Take me for a walk.”

If that doesn’t work (which it normally does, to be fair), then we get the paw clawing on the bed, which makes a rasping sound as she drags it across the duvet.

Her final trick is a pathetic whimper, as if she desperately needs me to get up and let her out for a wee, but once I get up, she’s happy and goes back downstairs and lays on her bed. Stupid dog.

One extra hour in bed… for a couple of weeks!

It’s not much to ask for.