In dog terms, Daylight Savings Time is just another excuse to wake us up at an ungodly hour. This morning around 4ish, I tried to explain the concept to the Royal Rescue Pup of Questionable Lineage. His attention level? Non-existent. "Listen you, we're supposed to gain an hour of sleep, not lose an hour, and you waking up at 4ish gains us nothing but more exhaustion. I know, I know. To you, it's 5ish, your regular wakeup time, not 4ish. But we'd like another hour. Better yet, another two. So go back to sleep, Sir Blakey. Go back to sleep now, and wake up when it's light out, say 7ish, which is really 6ish. We can deal with 6ish, we can't deal with 5ish, or worse, 4ish. Capiche?" He didn't capiche. He started in with the licking, the pawing, the full-body pouncing, until hubby, the designated morning walker, gave in. His exact words? "@#$% it! Let's go." I need new talking points before we spring forward. Good thing I've got a few months till that debacle. All suggestions welcome.
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