Maria got up early to go check on our new lamb and she took Fate and Zinnia with her. Ahhh, I thought, I could sleep late for a few minutes.

I was quite surprised when the bedroom burst open and Bud, the Little King, came charging into the bedroom, hopped up on the bed, barked loudly at me, and showered my face with licks.

Undaunted by the loss of his posse, he decided to go along. I can’t quite imagine how he nosed that wooden door open, but he did and he woke me up in just the way the dogs like to, which is a surprise attack out of a sound sleep.

Bud loves being in the Wake-Up Squad, his stumpy tail is going a mile a minute.

I have to admire Bud, he is fearless and determined and had no qualms doing his duty, even if he was alone. I think my days of sleep late are gone unless everybody goes into a crate. Good for Bud, he has no idea he is a small dog.