I was laying in the bed this morning half in and out of sleep when Maggie started mewling next to the bed. I moved over and pulled the covers to the side. This usually invites her to get on the bed with me. That wasn’t what she wanted. Then more whimpering and mewling.
“What is it girl?” I asked sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing my eyes.
Maggie got excited and started to wiggle and rear up on her hind legs. I walked into the laundry room to check her food and water. She had plenty.
“Not a walk this early,” I finally said.
Being the softie I am, I pulled on my sweat pants and a hoodie. I grabbed the leash and hooked Maggie up. Maggie was beside herself. “Who owns who?” I thought. I looked like a mess, my hair all disheveled. I was the frumpy walker.
We only walked around the neighborhood all the while with me yawning wildly. Maggie had to greet all the neighborhood dogs, tail wagging wildly, and sniffing noses. She was having the time of her life.
“We’ve got to synchronize our internal clocks,” I told her as we stepped back into the house.
I feel better now and am wide awake. Soon, I will crawl into the shower and complete the wakeup process. I can hear Maggie crunching on her nibbles as I write this. That was all she wanted; a short walk to get out of the house. I fear she gets cabin fever. Well, let me go lather up and wash this medusa like monstrosity that is my bed head.