Click, tap, click, tap, click, tap. Prancing feet run from one side of the bed to the other. Click, tap, click, tap. As his nails sound against the wood floors. It’s our alarm clock. It is Rocko.
Rocko does not seem to know that there is a thing called weekends-even though we have told him countless times. He does not listen when we say, “Just 30 more minutes!” Instead he continues to run from one side of the bed to the other. Click, tap, click, tap, click, tap. Then, peering over the side of the bed to say, “Wake up, wake up.”
Even though I definitely wanted to sleep 30 more minutes this morning, I also loved to see Rocko’s loving face excited to wake us up, indifferent to the weekend.