I get really annoyed when my dog pounces me when I'm sleeping, groping my face with his slobbering tongue.
This is one thing that always tee'd me off and my boy always knew the perfect moment to pounce on my face.
It's been over a year since he completely stopped, and I was glad. I could actually sleep in peace for once. But all of sudden, he began pouncing again.
In fact, I'm now up at 4:40 am because of it.
I supposed I've changed as a person. Because this time...this time I didn't mind it at all -- not a single bit and now my phone is buzzing steadily to remind me that it's his birthday.
I'll never forget last year's birthday. Because exactly a year ago, we laid right here the entire day as he gave in to cancer.
So for now, I guess it's ok that he pounce on me all he wants. Happy Birthday, boy...