6:35am - I heard that irritating beeping sound again, but it was quickly silenced by the human who continues to call herself my mom. More time to snooze...

6:42am - There it is again! Am I not sleeping here??

6:50am - Mom rolls out of bed, and much to her chagrin, I am immediately wide awake and ready to go! Food! BREAKFAST! But after I stretch once, twice, ok maybe three times. Yawn a couple of times too for good measure. That's better. Oh, and I also like to block the bedroom doorway as I give an extended stretch so that my mom stumbles into my rear end and nearly catapults herself over me. Heh, heh.

6:55am - Breakfast! Yum, my favorite! (as dog food goes anyway)

7:15am - Mom's out of the shower, so I immediately begin tapdancing outside her door until she opens it and peers out. "You want a bone?" she says in her most irritating baby talk. Why does she think I like that? I stand on my hind legs and nudge the tastiest bone on the bookshelf until she hands it to me. I promptly drop it, loudly, on the wooden floor and take delight in the pained expression on her face.

7:55am - fortunately, she's leaving for the day and I can have my eagerly awaited treat and go back to sleep. It's hard work performing for these humans!

8:00am - 1:30pm - Sleep. Lots of it. Probably snoring. On the bed.

2:00pm - that cursed man in the blue uniform and hat DARES to approach my porch again! I courageously frighten him off with my most intimidating and ferocious howling and baying. Sucker.

2:30pm - The other unwelcome vagrant in the big brown truck with the brown uniform ALSO challenges my authority! I frighten him off almost as quickly as the one before him. Thank goodness that's over. I can go back to sleep.

5:15pm - A special welcome home for mom today! Some careless fool left the garage door open (boy that makes my mom angry) and I was able to just walk out and greet her at her car! Wait. Why is she scowling and saying "sit!" Ok. I hit the deck. We coonhounds are very sensitive. She pulls me by the collar in and tells me "good girl." All I know is I got yet another treat and I didn't even do anything! Maybe I should greet her at her car more often...

5:30pm - A walk! Oh boy! Except she wouldn't let me do "#2" and yanked me out of a yard every time I found the perfect place to leave my gift. Great.

7:45pm - After getting a wee bit more beauty sleep, the humans returned. I smelled something delightful and new. What could it be? You know, I really didn't even care. It smelled of the bakery and I HAD TO HAVE IT. Surprisingly, mom indulged and let me snatch the last bite of this wonderful yummy goodness. She then dubbed me the "cannoli eatin' coonhound" for the rest of the evening. Whatever... as long as she keeps feeding me that.

9:00pm - I like to start my wind down time right about now. This day hasn't been so bad, but all that activity sure wipes me out. I imagine I'll have to work on the squishiness of the comforter for at least a good 15 minutes to get it right. Then maybe wrestle with mom when she comes to bed and inconsiderately pushes me over to the other side. Do I really ask for much?