Every morning I wake up greeted by my youngest baby Ember. She is an Irish Wolfhound who is currently 21 months old. She knows by now that “Mom” likes to sleep in. However, she is ready at the teeniest indication that I am waking up to help keep me awake. Sometimes that means plopping down on top of me with all 120+lbs to make sure I know she’s bored! She actually begins her day before I do. She wakes up with her dad, my husband Jesse, at whatever ungodly (at least to this night owl) hour he happily rises to start his day and head to his morning formation. He’s in the Army, you see. Though I guess not even the Army can make someone truly a morning person, which he is. Even on his days off he wakes up hours before me. He graciously lets Ember each morning, after which she climbs in bed with me taking over his side of the bed. I often don’t even notice the transfer. I go to sleep with my husband and wake up with my hound. I happily cuddle each while I can!
Once The Little One, as we often call Ember despite many peoples’ protests that she is anything but little—she IS the smallest wolfhound we have had thus far, is successful in waking me from my slumber, I spend my first several minutes loving on her. She is such a happy and joyous soul. Her youth and able body enables her to climb into bed with me each day and steal away coveted extra cuddle time that my older girl, currently days away from her tenth birthday, sadly can no longer steal. So after a few minutes with Ember, I find Patience, usually at the foot of our bed, and greet her with cuddles and scratching time. Patience truly is one of the greatest dogs. Wolfhounds are not notorious for being pleasers; however, Patience has always tried and succeeded in making us proud in every way. Once a morning pup, in her senior years she now sleeps in until start my day. My husband and I stopped fighting long ago the notion that we could compromise our natural biological and internal clocks for one another and live in some happy medium time zone regularly—do not get me wrong, there are the occasional compromises when I rise before the sun, or he stays up late enough to mostly sleep in with me or even cheat like he did this morning when he woke up for several hours before sneaking back in to bed for a nap which I would be none the wiser to if he had not told me. If I can not start each day waking up on a schedule natural to me next to my two legged friend, I can not think of a better way than with my best four legged friends.