Morning Call

Each morning as I lay sleeping I am awakened by our Golden's long bark across the field to an unseen friend that is calling, barking from streets unknown. This is my wake-up call. You see, I don't sleep well and usually I get back in bed around 5:00 to start all over again. Trying to sleep. Wide awake at 3:10 many, many dark mornings. My precious husband, many many times, comes into the living room, finding me curled up, asleep in a big chair, afghan wrapped around like a corn dog. He wakes me up and leans over to find my glasses that have made their way to the floor. Standing me to my feet, he says, "Why don't you go get back in the bed and get a little more sleep? I'm going to make myself a little coffee." Every resleeping morning.

Resleeping is my new normal. It only takes a few minutes and I'm right back at it. He has a very hard time making himself wake me though. That's where the Golden comes in handy. He lets her out for a real romp at about 7:30, knowing that she will sound her greetings loud enough for the streets-over dog and I will awake with out any effort on any one's part, but the dog.

I've always known my husband, the Italiano, was smart, but he is also merciful. All it took was one birthday day gift of a dog to get a customized alarm clock. How great is that? A benefit I never even imagined.