Rise and Shine with Little Guy

Little Guy thanks the internets for all your commentary on his cuteness. But shhhh. I'm having to cover his inordinately large ears whenever we go out to prevent him from getting a big head at all the flattering remarks.

I confess one of my main hesitations about getting a dog is that I feared it would interfere with one of my primary pleasures in life; that is, the Joy of Sleeping Late. Now, don't get me wrong-if anyone ever actually dared to suggest to me that I am soooo lucky to not have kids because at least then I get a proper lie-in, I would probably rip their head off and grind then into puppy kibble. But secretly in my heart of hearts, I have always been a little bit relieved that if nothing else, life without children means I can indulge in sleepy jammies late morning spoonings under the cosy cosy duvet. Mmm, love the snoozings. Love the zzzzs.

So it's come as something of a surprise to me that I am quite happy to bound out of bed bright & early each day with the pupster. Admittedly, there is a stong motivation- if I don't get him outside immediately upon his waking up, within about 60 seconds there will be a large puddle of wee (or worse) on my increasingly shellshocked carpets. The other day I bit E.'s head off because he was on Morning Potty Duty that day, and he took too long to usher the small furry one out the door- so Little Guy went ahead and peed on the first available surface, namely my white embroidered bed throw. Arggggh.

What's hugely funny is that Little Guy likes his sleep as well. As soon as he's done his business, he makes a beeline straight back to bed. There he will yawn and stretch, lying on his back with his paws in the air making funny little grunting noises as he decides whether to wake up. It seems to annoy him that by this point, usually both E. and I have both gotten up and are getting on with the day. I guess it really gets the blood moving to dash out from under the covers in order to stand in pyjamas and furry boots in a freezing cold garden while the dog ponders the blades of grass.

The odd thing about it is I don't mind in the slightest- or at least not right now. It's lovely- no, correction-it's blissful to have something to want to get up for. (Wait, is that English? "To get up for?" Oh, who cares, you know what I mean.)

Even if he has just thrown up all over my boots, the rascal.

Comments

[Donna]

I have two words of wisdom for you: doggie door. One of our very large dogs also does the upside-down lazy stretching routine. After breakfast on the weekends they both come back to bed with Daddy for a little cuddle time.

[Suz]

Not beautiful boots, I hope. I vaguely remember your mentioning a pair that you looked for and finally found on ebay. I swear that my pup can distinguish between the good stuff (to chew) and the knock-offs (to be avoided).

[jaine]

Congrats! He's adorable. I live for my spaniels.

[Heather]

He is so cute!

[Sam]

That would be ending a sentence in a preposition, which is not proper but allowed in blogland I believe.

[Alchemilla]

Hon, it sounds so much FUN. That is one seriously ducky little dog.

[Ellen K.]

My dog is also quite the lie-abed in the morning after she's returned from her morning pee. I read somewhere that dogs sleep 18 hours per day. I can believe it!