Good Morning

I went to bed late and intended to sleep in and I was on track with that until a big, wet, pink tongue decided to lick my face.

“Ah?”

I opened my eyes and Otto was standing over me, he seemed to lick more intently when he'd seen he had woken me up.

I tried to push him away, but, still being a puppy, he thought that was a great game.

He had one paw on one of my biceps, and his other paw on my other bicep and I couldn’t move, not easily.

A good day for it, I thought. I laughed to myself.

He looked pleased with himself. I was pinned to the, er...

You couldn’t make this shit up, I thought. Oh wait, someone already did. And Western Society went with it for 2000 years. I chuckled.

Grrrr, I said.

Otto panted at me.

So, we wrestled in the bedclothes, which only got him going and put an end to any more sleep I might have been thinking about.

I laughed. Pretty adorable.