Remi The Alarm Clock

This morning as it is with every morning around 7:00 am, Remington takes it upon his gigantic doofus self to make sure that everyone is up and aware that he wants his breakfast immediately. As I slumber peacefully with a vision of finding a wonderful new job swirling in my head, his vision is quite different and he starts off the daily routine with a bang, literally.

Clang, clang, clang goes his horseshoe against the gate. A couple of minutes go by and I try to drift back to sleep. Clang, clang, clang, hay do you hear me up there? Of course I hear you and I'm going to ignore you.

Oh I don't think so, clang, clang, clang. Grrrr, now the dogs are awake and are jumping up to see if it's time to go out and the cat starts to yowl loudly. A strong go back to sleep will work. Or, so I thought. Who am I kidding.

Clang, clang, clang, wake up mom, I'm hungry again! Ok, ok, now the dogs are back to jumping up, and the cat starts his yowl fest once more. I can hear the chicken squawking furiously because she doesn't appreciate the gigantic stomach on stilts causing the barn to vibrate and disturbing her roosting. Bok, bok, bok!

Alright, already, I'm up. I open the door to let the dogs out, and the clanging miraculously stops. And there in the early morning light, stands my precious bouncing baby boy with his head hanging out of the stall acting innocent and sweet. I know that walnut sized brain of his is thinking "heh heh, it worked again". And you know what, it did.

So down to the barn I go, and he stares at me with his big soft brown eyes and nickers softly to let me know how much he loves me bringing his breakfast. The poor starving boy, how could I be so remiss. After all it's been minutes since the hay bag reached a state of emptiness.

But, before he gets his breakfast, I tell him with a very stern voice, to never ever kick that gate again because he's already destroyed one and I don't want him to repeat the offense. He stares at me with obvious understanding and remorse while I hold the feed bucket in front of him to hold his attention.

He's now been warned and tomorrow I just know that he will wait patiently and quietly for his breakfast.

Wanna bet?