Waking up

Slow, deep breaths,

Eyes closed, waiting...there

a soft jingle comes trotting down the hall

a small whimper, and scratch at the door.

There he is. My boy.

I peak an eye open, grinning.

He sees and prances in cautiously

I close my eye and a throaty growl fills the room.

I stiffly a giggle

He bounds on to the bed, grabbing at the blankets

It becomes War!

I pull them away

His body pummeling into mine

Me, pushing him over

Laughing, as his tail beats

IT is a lost,

Once again he convinces me out of bed

My little alarm clock

My dog.