OK, maybe I don't hate ALL dogs, but as of this morning, I can think of two that I do.
Yesterday I spent the day working through the ice storm that hit our area. I actually went in on my day off to help out due to a shortage of personnel and I got held over because my replacement did not come in. (No good deed goes unpunished, right?) Then it was a sixty-some mile drive home through the freezing rain and ice because a pair of dogs were waiting on me. (Thanks to PH for stopping by mid-day to give them a break...and sorry that Murphy was such an ass.)
I got home, put the dogs out and fed them when they came back in, and then I had some food and a beer or three for me and I racked out for some well-deserved sleep.
Fast-forward to this morning, at way-too-early o'clock. I had two Shepherds standing next to my bed, reaching out at me with their paws and noses to bat at me, lick me and whine me into awakefulness for some reason known only to them. I tried to ignore them and shoo them back to their beds but they were persistent and eventually, as much as I wanted to sleep more, I found myself awake. Naturally, the dogs, apparently agreeing amongst themselves that their job was now done, returned to their beds and went back to sleep.
WTF? And oh, HELL no! If I gotta be up, two Shepherds that I know can go be outside in the snow for a while.
And now I'm wide awake but still tired.