Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a morning dog.

I don’t wake up at 5am and demand to be fed my breakfast….no, I sleep until someone tells me it’s time to get up.

Usually I’m awakened by the sound of kibble being poured into my bowl in the kitchen, because really, who can resist that sound?

Eventually I mosey into the kitchen and eat – but unlike you might think, I don’t go outside for a morning romp – instead I find a new comfy spot to sleep.

Despite the fact that mom says we have to be at work in an hour, I just can’t muster the energy to get my day started.

So instead I happily snooze my morning away until I’m forced to go outside for a potty break or mom carries me to the car for our ride to the shop or the farm.

I may not be a morning dog, but if you had as many adventures as I do you might be a little less willing to get out of bed in the morning too.