I’ve had a bit of a break lately from my usual early morning routine. My PH took over morning walk duty for the last few months, which meant I could get up at the late hour of six-thirty, as opposed to five. Alas, these sunshine-filled mornings are over. As of today Shiva and I are back on the streets of Dartmouth in our old six am time slot.
This is a good thing – for many reasons – but I can’t say I was feeling all that positive this morning when I stepped out the door to the blowing snow. Six am is not only dark and quiet, it is also brutally cold.
Shiva has never been the type to sleep in. She is ready for a run pretty much any time of day. I often joke how I could wake her up at three am and she’d be bouncing by 3:01. Sadly, it’s not really a joke as it has been tested and confirmed. The first two years with us, Shiva would be whining to get on with her day the instant the sun came up, sometimes earlier. In the summer, this made for some very early mornings!
Now that Shiva is an oh-so-mature adult she will usually allow us to sleep in as late as seven am on weekends. Occasionally, she has even remained quiet until eight. But only if we’re good and eat all our vegetables.
All of this is why I was pretty amused this morning at Shiva’s bleary-eyed look when I turned on the light in the living room. Curled up in her favourite hideous green chair, she had to blink several times before she appeared to recognize me.