I have a case of the Monday’s

Even for dogs, daylight saving time sucks. I don’t even understand it. Dad came in around 5:15 this morning to wake me up for the day. He turned the light on, I didn’t budge. He turned on the computer, I didn’t budge. He said my name, I didn’t budge. Finally, he opened up the crate and I woke up. I went outside did my business and came back in. I didn’t even want to eat, but I did. Then I went back to bed on the couch. Later on, mom made be go on a walk around the block. You think she would’ve taken the hint I was too tired when I laid down next to the front door with my harness and leash on. Really? Come on, how much more of a hint do you need? Seriously, a dogs life is tough and when you go and mess with my internal clock it gets a lot tougher. With that said, I’m going back to bed to gain my lost hour back.

A pictorial of a conversation mom and dad had this weekend.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff