Even the Curmudgeon knows better than to wake me before noon.  Heck, I go to bed around five a.m.  However, the last couple of mornings a certain white dog has taken it upon himself to become my new alarm clock.

     Yesterday, he wandered upstairs and flopped outside my bedroom door at eleven.  He’s not the sharpest tack in the cork board.  He began by sighing loudly, then he rattled the door a few times.  When that didn’t work, he sighed again.  I knew if I didn’t get up and let him in the whining would begin next.

     So there I was curled up in bed with a happy white dog on his back getting his tummy tickled…and people say they are dumb animals.

     Elena was up and walking under supervision yesterday–three cheers!

     You all have a good one.