Wake Up!
Pounce!
"It's morning!" you announce with your rough, dry tongue across my cheek.
"Don't you want to see what's going to happen?" you ask with each crude lick.
"Get up," you demand as you paw the sheets away.
"The birds are already up, the air is filled with the scent of night visitors, and I see a squirrel that needs to be chased."
"There's much to be done on this brand new day," says the wise little dog.
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