Sunday Morning Dawg

The dog sleeps in the wash-room. He's got a bed in there, along with his water dish. Every morning when I start coffee, I'll hear him start whining, begging to be let out of the washroom. So, I pick him up and put him in the back yard to do his business. It's a standard routine.

This morning I took the camera with me to get a snapshot of him, and this is what I saw when I opened the door.

He looks like he needs a cup of coffee too.