The next morning, a cold wet nose burrows its way under my blankets to poke me in the eye. At least fifteen minutes before my alarm. I jump up and crack my skull against the rock-hard dog skull the size of a watermelon. “Goddamnit, Liam! Get your head out of my face.”

Haha, the same way toddlers wake their parents. I really enjoyed your entry, you write so well. Thank you for making me laugh on this rainy, dreary day.