I just don't think he can handle the change...

I've been so busy today. I've been trying to get to this all day, because it's cute~

So, this morning, it's the typical; I'm pretending I'm asleep, so Mr. Mooch can pretend he wakes me up to put him out, right?

Well, the 'Man-Child' is home - it's wonderful because he gets up before me. It's not wonderful because Mooch is so obstinate...

I can hear the 'Man-Child'... 
He says, "Don't wake mom up - come here Mooch, I'll put you out..." 

Nope - Mooch has another plan. He skedaddles to my room. As usual, I can hear him coming with those big, Clydesdale feet he has. "Clomp," "Clomp," "Clomp," I know he skedaddled because the pace quickened, "clomp-clomp-clomp..."Around the bottom of the bed and up my side of the bed... 

There was no point pretending I was asleep and wondering what he would do to me. So, I just waited with my eyes open, directed at the side of the bed Mooch always chooses to wake me up on...

Mooch lays his head on the bed staring at me... Pleading with me to get up... I asked him, "What is wrong Mr. Mooch?" "Why don't you go out with the other dogs for the 'Man-Child' in the morning?" 

He takes a deep breath and licks my arm. He just lays there getting petted gently, getting loved on, getting his one-on-one attention. By the look in his eyes and the expression on his face, 

~I just don't think he can handle the change...~

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So, I get up and put my housecoat on and he taxi's me to the kitchen door. Right before he goes out, he pauses right under my hand. He rubs his head against my hand and rubs up against the left side of my body.

"Thanks Mom..."

"You're Welcome, Mr. Mooch..."

Awe Mooch...

I'm laying in bed and I hear it...

It's awake - 

The "Man-Child" is already up in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading the paper and I hear the "clomp," "clomp," "clomp," coming...

The 'Man-Child' says, "Do you want me to put you out?" But, I hear the "clomping" keep heading my way...

I snuggle to the center of the bed. I quickly take a deep breath and exhale, calm all of my muscles and pretend I'm asleep. 

"Clomp," "clomp," "clomp" it walks along the bottom of the bed and "clomp," "clomp," "clomp," it rounds the bottom and walks up my side of the bed. 

It pauses... 

It sits there dead quiet for a few seconds...

Then, it sticks its head between the mattress and platform and 'Mooch quakes' the bed.

 I lay there silent, not breathing, not moving. 

It sits there dead quiet for a few seconds, again... 

Then, it rubs up and down my side of the bed whining. I lay there silent, not breathing, not moving. 

It sits there dead quiet for a few seconds, again...

And then...

It rares up like a horse. It puts its big paws on my pillow ~  

It hangs over my head breathing hard and staring down at me like a monster from a bad dream.

 I lay there silent, not breathing, not moving and trying my hardest not to break out laughing~~~

Then...

It gives up -

 It bows down and it puts its big head on my head and hugs me tight...

"Good Morning Mooch..."

(To those that don't know ~ Mooch is my male Great Pyrenees and my best friend. Every morning, he comes up with a new, unique way to wake me up. It's a game we play. He's a huge dog, but he's a true gentle giant with a funny, funny, personality. He will never let the 'Man-Child' put him out in the morning. He wakes me up every day to do it.)