I have a fancy new alarm clock.

It doesn’t take any batteries, and is smart enough to follow me around refusing to be quiet until I’m in the shower.

The downside is, if it’s raining outside I often get a wet tail in the face.

The amazing thing is, I really don’t understand how she knows what time it is. Yet somehow, each morning between 5.45 and 5.55 (just before my alarm goes off) she arrives beside the bed screaming.

She follows me to the bathroom looking for pats and then trots off to do whatever she does.