The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter
December 19, 2007
With the arrival of winter, Spenser has moved his sleeping quarters to under the covers.
Sometime in the middle of the night, however, his need for oxygen outweighs his desire
to snuggle and he emerges and moves to his customary spot between our heads. Now, on weekdays
I like to get up around 5:45 but Spenser is on a twelve-hour time clock. He likes supper
at 5 PM so if you do the math you'll calculate breakfast at (raise your hands) 5 AM.
He announces his early morning need by standing up and thwacking his tail against
the wall. Over and over, and over and over. "No!" shouts Phillip. "No!" I shout, "Too early!"
But he's like a snooze alarm and this repeats a few more times before I finally surrender.
Okay now, how many of you are nodding your heads in sympathetic agreement?