Dogservations: Well, This is new.

The alarm is set for 550hrs on workdays. Not often I wake for whatever reason; to heed the call of nature, that weird bump in the night, or a couple weekends back, a bonafide psychotic lighting off cherry bombs a block away.

But this morning, it was a four month old, twenty pound Corgi that had curled up around my head on my pillow, blissfully licking my head. This is new. This would be, ordinarily endearing BUT at 500hrs BEFORE my digital attendant is set to wake me, it is maddening.

"Auggie, W.T.H. are you doing?" I ask, fully three quarters groggy.

Auggie replies by pausing his licking and just pressing his nose into my cheek "Nothing" I interpret.

So, I reach up and shag his noggin and admonish him "Go to sleep, fuzzy. It ain't time yet." My hand wanders to my forelocks where I feel a full quarter of my head is wet with dog spit and cowlicked.

Whelp, that'll be fun to warsh out. Serendipitously, my hair has never looked so healthy.