Dog on… Daylight Savings Time


I like to sleep. It’s in my genetics. I exert energy in fits and starts.
I’m not a runner, but I sure love a steady walk followed by a good nap.
So, when I heard my humans talking about daylight savings time and how we would “gain an hour of sleep”, I was psyched. That, my friends, is right in my wheelhouse.

Here’s what I didn’t factor in… It appears that the little humans in the house don’t have a clue. I mean, I hear they can’t tell time, but really, is that such an excuse? I can’t either, but it doesn’t take a genius to look up and see that no one is up yet.

But, they are up, so the big humans are up and, therefore, I’m up because I can’t sleep and stalk at the same time. Well, I mastered sleeping with one eye open, but that’s for another post.

Anyway, the little ones were up and the big ones weren’t too happy about that so, it was just a real tumultuous (Wednesday’s TP word) way to start a Sunday.

So, I’m two paws down on Daylight Savings time for now.