Goodbye, clock radio

I love waking up to the first rays of the sunrise creeping in through my window. Occasionally, I don't mind waking up to a nice song on the radio. I'm not a fan of alarm clocks, nor do I like waking to a ringing phone. In an ideal world, I would be able to wake myself up every morning without using an sort of alarm.

That's an ideal world.

My world is far from ideal. Case in point: I was woken this morning not so much by an alarm or by the sunrise, but rather by hot, smelly breath. I opened my eyes to find my dog about three inches from my face. Just staring at me. Did she have to *relieve* herself? Nope. Was she cold, and trying to let me know? Not so much. Was she not feeling well? Not in this case. Hungry? Surprisingly, no.

No, she was just staring at me for no discernible reason. And as much as I dislike alarms, I'd much rather have that than the creepiness of this morning's wake-up call. Lord knows how long she was staring at me in my sleep before I woke up.

If she was a human, I'd have a restraining order already in place. Alas, she is just my creepy dog, so I just got up and pet her.

How was your morning?