The last few weeks have been a blur of hyper vigilance alternating with crazed inertia. Truly, I'd forgotten the enormity of mental exhaustion that accompanies the presence of a young puppy in the home. (It has been seven years since the last puppy!)
Henry is now about 14 weeks old. He's getting the hang of things. He knows his name. He sits on command. He has a good grasp on where the bathroom is, except now and then when he forgets.
Henry sleeps crated in the bedroom with us. The other dogs sleep at large on various blankets that blanket the bedroom floor. This arrangement makes it convenient to zip Henry outside during the night to relieve himself. Yes. Convenient. Well, as convenient as can be expected as you stand in your nightgown on the lawn shining a flashlight beam on a squatting puppy, proclaiming in sleepy enthusiasm, "good boy!".
When the alarm goes off at 5:30am, lately, it feels earlier.
Over the years, I've experimented with different sounds for the alarm clock. Buzzers, bells, music. Buzzers startle me. Bells annoy me. Music has the unfortunate tendency to stay in my head all day, a couple of bars repeating maddeningly. I've finally found what works: the radio set on a talk station - but it must be in a language I don't understand. This, curiously, is the most neutral way for me to wake.
How do you like to be awakened?