Hair in my throat

I hate it when the alarm goes off and I find myself in the most awesome, comfortable position (blankies perfectly warmed and soft) with Kasia and Chris sandwiching me like a Double Stuff Vanilla Oreo.  Well, technically, it would be a reverse Oreo, since Kasia is of the African-American persuasion and Chris could be taken for a Pacific Islander.  Nonetheless, the alarm starts blaring and all things that are good in the world get shot to hell in a handbasket.

The second my feet hit the floor, Kasia jumps out of bed and starts following me around (please take into consideration that she usually isn't fully "awake" so her ears are wonky and she runs into things).  This is also something I really enjoy: Kasia is only snuggly early in the morning and late at night.  Unlike Carrie's dog Beans, Kasia would rather play hide-and-seek with a pair of my underwear than do snugglies on the couch.

The next dog we adopt, I'm going to train it specifically for snuggling; no more rambunctious pup with the desire to drag tree branches around the front yard.