...about the end of Daylight Saving Time.
Mike gets up at 5:30 in the morning to prepare to trudge off to the office to take care of the family. Gizmo wakes up with him and wants to go outside. Now, Gizmo doesn't go to the kitchen and ask Mike to let him out. He scratches at the door in the master bedroom so I have to walk all the way through the house to the kitchen to let him out.
We have a rather large alarm clock in our bedroom. Large red numbers. Digital. Easy to read. Apparently, no one taught the dog to tell time.
You already know what's going on in our house. The dog is getting up at FOUR THIRTY IN THE MORNING!!! I'm tired and annoyed, but I don't know how to teach a chihuahua about time changes.
Maybe we should move to Arizona. They don't change the clocks.
I'd probably mind more if he weren't so cute.