The last couple of mornings, Bob woke up to dogs. By the time Bob's alarm clock goes off, I'm already up and about. Bailey's taken over my spot in the bed.
And then there's the corgi.
I plop Mads on the bed, and she bunny hops over to Bob and flings herself on top of him like a beached whale. If he peeks down at her, she rolls off of him so she's next to him, upside down, all paws in the air. And, if he says anything, she licks him on the cheek.
No joke. It's a pretty nice way to wake up.