Michele gave me this comic strip and it pretty much sums up my life. I can't remember the last time I slept past 6 a.m. Even on weekends. Especially on weekends. Trial weekends. Match weekends. Seminar weekends. Or weekends when I'm meeting friends to train. In fact, I may be genetically incapable of sleeping in.
The dogs are partly to blame for this. They have very successfully conditioned me to get up by 5:30 a.m., no matter the weather or time of year. Phoenix wants to rush out and embrace the day. Connor and Jamie just want their breakfast. And the Farmer wants ALL of us to get the heck out of the bedroom so he can get another 30 minutes of sleep.
I like being a morning person and getting a jump start on the day. Most of my friends are morning people, too. Sometimes its a chemically induced condition brought on by mainlining caffeine but who cares. We're the ones in the front row of the parking lot at the agility trial when the building doesn't open until for another 30 minutes. We get the best crating spots at obedience trials. We're the people everyone else asks to save them a spot because they know we'll be the first ones in the building no matter wherever we go.
Of course, the downside is that I'm usually crashed by 9 p.m. Morning people aren't known for having a rowdy nightlife.