Let me just start by saying that I am not a morning girl. Never have been. Never will be. There, now that that’s out of the way, I’d like to let you know how practically every single day of my life starts. My humans rise and shine at some absolutely obscene hour of the day. I’m not sure exactly what time it is. All I know is that it’s dark. And dark means sleep. So, naturally, I continue to sleep.
After my humans have been up and moving for a while–long enough to start the coffee maker, go outside to pick up the newspaper, come back inside to pour the coffee, and sit down to begin reading the paper–I finally make my first appearance of the day. (At this point I will admit that sometimes my humans actually have to return to the bedroom to wake me up. What can I say? A girl needs her beauty rest.)
And out I go to . . . well . . . you know. A little privacy, please.
Back inside, I make a beeline for the kitchen. While I’ve been outside exploring and . . . well . . . you know, one of my humans has been inside preparing my breakfast. At this point, I stop and wait for my kiss. I will not eat until I get a kiss on my head from the human who has prepared my breakfast. And then I start to devour every last little morsel.
Really, Mommy? Must we photograph every single second of my morning?
The minute I finish eating my breakfast, I run to the den and sit down next to the chair that my humans have named The Burp Chair. They call this special chair The Burp Chair because whatever human happens to be sitting in this chair after I have finished eating my breakfast gets a great big thank-you-for-the-wonderful-breakfast belch from me.
And then I lick my lips (and sometimes my nose) . . .
. . . and head straight to my blue bed in the den to go back to sleep.
What’s your morning routine?