I’ve been frustrated with my youngest dog, Frankie, for months now. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a morning person. Never have been, even a job that involves 8 a.m. classes has converted me. So getting up at 6:28 a.m. was a chore enough. Then around March, for some unknown reason, Frankie’s internal clock started going off around 5:20 a.m. **Grrrrrrr!**
I’ve tried ignoring him, but if you’ve ever had a dog, you know of the possible bad consequences of that act. So when he’s ready to get up, I get up. Today, he redeemed himself.
If he hadn’t awakened me at the obscene hour, I would have missed this beautiful site.