Since I retired, I no longer have the need to get up at 5:00 or 5:15 every morning. I think that 6:00 is a good hour to get up. To get Tag out for a short walk. To start my day. Since I retired, I no longer set my alarm. No need to, right?
Tag used to wait until my alarm rang before bothering me to get up and feed him. Apparently, he has noticed that my alarm no longer rings. I say this because he has designated himself to be my personal alarm clock.
Since that first day. Every morning. Rain. Shine. Whether I've had 8 hours of sleep...or 4. Whether I want to get up or not. Course, I always want to get up, but he doesn't know that.
Every. Single. Morning.
Tag has been my alarm clock.
My chocolate alarm clock. He is spot on with the time, too. I'm not joking. When he nudges me...or woofs if I don't immediately react to his nudge...I open my eyes and roll over to look at the clock. It reads 6:00. Or 6:01. He has an amazing clock inside that head of his. And, he is determined to use it to help me out (of bed). (I'm not stupid...Tag is helping me out to help himself out. He gets me up so that I can feed him. After all, food is his number one priority. ~grin~)
I love this brown boy.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.". Jeremiah 29:11