There are two ways to wake up in the morning. The way Carm does and the way Bubba does. Carm leaps up, tail wagging, body wriggling, pouncing on my body, ready to start what he knows will be another exciting day. Bubba gets up slowly, blinks through sleepy eyes, tries to avoid Carm’s antics on the bed, stretches slowly, somewhere in mid-stretch simply slumps down again as though all her energy was now used up and then reluctantly allows me to pick her up and carry her downstairs to go out.
The reality is that I’m more of a Bubba type of person. Carm’s enthusiasm for the morning is strictly a solo act in our home. Even the birds take longer to come fully awake.