That is pretty much the first thing I see every morning when I wake up. Put your nose really, really close to the monitor with your eyes closed. Wait a moment and open your eyes. There, now you know what its like to be me at 6:00 in the morning.
The only thing lacking is that a picture could never convey the sheer! fucking! happiness!!!! this dog feels every morning upon waking. She is so exuberant that while she has her face in my face, the rest of her body is doing the Snoopy dance. On my body. You can hear the birds chirping and the little woodland creatures singing and she might as well be saying, "Wakeupwakeupwakeup!!ohfrabjousday!playwithmelovemetalktomefeedme!!!"
And this is all very precious and cute, unless you are me. I, to quote my husband, "don't wake up well," and its true, for all that its coming from a man who once accidentally throat-punched me when I woke him unexpectedly from a nap. Ahem.
Anyway, the "me" part of my brain does not wake up until at least an hour after the medulla oblongata. Or whatever it is that makes you angry. I don't know, I learned all my brain science from the Water Boy. So generally, the first thing the dog gets to do in the morning is fly. Across the room. While I say something along the lines of, "Fucking son of a bitch obnoxious asshole!" (At this point, the other dog cracks open an eye, and gives us both a look of complete disdain before going back to sleep like any other rational being would do).
So imagine, now that you know all of this, how awesome it is to be awakened this way for the 1,025th day in a row, and then step immediately into a warm puddle of pee, right by the bed.
And that's how my whole day has gone. How about you?