Luka's Job

My dog, Luka, believes it is his personal mission to get me out of bed each morning at what he deems to be a reasonable time.

It doesn't matter if it is a weekday or a weekend morning, Luka wants me up and ready for my day (after feeding him, of course) no later than 6:30AM. Most days that isn't a problem. Even though I'm currently not working, I try to stick to my old work timetable of getting up and going to bed around the same times so that I don't waste the days away. Today, however, I woke up with a headache and wanted to go back to bed after feeding him to try to sleep it off. Well, that didn't suit Luka at all. I heard him come into my room and stop next to my bed but I didn't open my eyes. I'm all over the technique of staring at someone until they wake up because my cousins and I did it to our grandma when we spent the night at her house. The moment you open your eyes the gig's up, so I kept my eyes shut tightly. Eventually he got bored and left the room. I must have dozed off for a few minutes because the next thing I heard was a racket in the basement and after shaking off the cobwebs of sleep knew exactly what it was. Last night I put an empty Diet Coke box in Luka's toy basket downstairs (he loves to shred cardboard boxes), he'd found it, and was trying to signal me that he was in the mood to play. Unfortunately, I was in the mood to stay in bed and did for a few more minutes. I knew the sleeping late party was over when Luka started barking inside at some barking dogs outside.

Now that I'm up and have started my day, guess what Luka's doing?

Sleeping, of course.

I'm going to stand next to him and stare.