Breakfast

Once the hounds know I am stirring in the morning (usually at first light), it is battle stations tactics to get me up and to feed them.  Maggy jumps up on the bed and stands over me panting, Hamish goes to the other side and pants banging his tail hard against the wall loudly (thump thump thump) and Pi jumps up on the bed and then on my head.   Nothing like that to get a gal out of bed pronto.