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  • When the alarm goes off in the morning, I can feel my heavy lidded eyes struggling to open and I reach around in the dark trying to find the phone to shut off the horrible screeching. It's an obnoxious sound on purpose.

    I always aim for the snooze button. 10 more minutes, please.

    In the dark, after the alarm is quiet, I can hear a whimper, followed by the clicking of nails on the laminate flooring. I can feel the bed move and a soft jingling of metal tags, and then a warm furry face lays down on my neck.

    He's so excited to start his day he is quivering. He wants to go for his walk, he wants to eat breakfast, he wants to play. He just sits there, trembling and softly whining.

    The moment I roll over to pet his face or rub his furry ears, he bounds away from my hand – he's long since learned that if he stays just out of reach I'm more likely to get up.

    As I start slowly getting out of bed, he gets more and more elated by each movement, until he is bouncing on the bed like it is a trampoline. He doesn't bark – just makes a happy chirp every so often, then runs to the door and sits, head cocked to the side, looking at me expectantly.

    As I near the door, he stands against the frame and paws at it gently. When I open it, he flies out of the room in joy. He grabs the nearest toy and tears across the house with it, occasionally skidding across the laminate flooring.

    When I make it to the back door and open it for him, he flies off the porch. He has since learned that pinning ears to his head makes him more aerodynamic, and therefore, faster. Occasionally he leaps for no reason other than the sheer joy of it. I can stand in the door frame and watch as he rolls in the grass, runs along the fence and just delights in being what he is.

    Oh the things I should learn from this one little puppy.
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