Holiday

Today is the first day of six, count them, six days,
that I have off in a row.
And I woke up tired and cranky..
What's up with that?
Of course I went to bed late, after a hard practice
and eating chocolate covered pretzels and cinnamon
crumb cake to refuel.
Then, at an hour no one in their right mind would call
morning, the rescue dog started barking to go out, or
eat, or to inform me he had an itchy butt.
That happened at 4am "and" 5am on the dot.
Does he wear a watch?
Mr. Tubbs, yeah, that's really his name, does this almost
every weekday morning, but this time I seriously considered
killing him when I got downstairs.
Not a fantastic thought during the Christmas season.
But a dead dog "is" a quiet dog...