Awakening

Does an animal hear you ooching around in the morning in the last moments between sleep and awakening? Or is it just “that time”, the unspoken clock that you have created because it’s usually the same every morning. Whatever the trigger, there is something so endearing about being greeted by a friendly furry face when you first open your eyes. Imagine then opening your eyes to find a perfect golden haired, brown eyed mama dog, at the exact height of the bed so that chin is resting on the mattress and nose is just inches away. Beside her is puppy, too short but standing on hind legs so that large clumsy paws are up over the edge of the bed and triangle shaped nose is pointing upward trying to see. Soda, who has master privileges is already on the bed to the far side, drapes herself over by way of your neck. In a moment I’ve gone from sleep to three faces studying me from just inches away. I laugh out loud as Jack the cat joins too, jumping up and perching on my hip, leaning in like a vulture over a kill. It was a snapshot of time to take it in, then it all disintegrates into laughing, barking, mama snaking her nose closer, Soda steamrolling the rest of the way over and Jack now leaping off as only cats can do, mustering downward force equivalent to a jack hammer. I love to wake up in a good mood laughing. I love having help!