The house is dark, outside the sky is dark, I am basically asleep except for a few brain cells that hear the slow clicking of our dog Kona, coming up the stairs. I force my eyes open, turn my head over toward the clock radio, and when my eyes focus onto the radio’s red digital display, I see, just as I expected, 6:40 AM. Like every other day, Kona’s inner clock has told her that it was time, to rouse everyone from their sleep.
I really have no reason to get up in the dark. I am retired, so I have no job to go to, and there is nothing urgent that I have to do at this hour, but Kona is not the kind of dog that gives up, and finally, it is me that gives up and force myself from my warm bed. As I dress, Kona sits there and waits until I am done. Once dressed I walk into the other room, which is still dark, and by this time, Kona has realized I am up and dressed, so she is sitting at the top of the stairs, waiting for me to turn on the light, so she can better see her way down the steps.
Once we get to the bottom of the stairs, she is anxious to go outside. It is not because she needs to pee, usually after we get out there, I have to interrupt all of her busy sniffing, to tell her to pee. Once she has, she will with my prompting, go back into the house with me.
That is our daily routine. We have done it so long, I am at least half awake when Kona comes up to get me out of bed. If that is the case, it is somewhat tolerable, but if I am sleeping soundly, her entrance and pawing the bed, is not very welcoming, and I start my morning in a grumpy mood.
But like the title says: It is our cross to bear.
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