Cookie, happiness is a warm puppy

Every morning, about a half-hour before I’m ready to get up and greet the day, my little white Bichon Frise, Cookie, puts her wet nose to my face, wags her powder puff tail and looks directly into my eyes. This, decidedly, is my cue to get up and head down to the kitchen for breakfast. While it would appear that she has me well-trained, the truth is I can’t resist her impish ways, and I quickly forget my sleepiness as I watch her bounce happily down the stairs beside me. When she hears me take my cereal bowl out of the kitchen cabinet, she curls up in my husband’s big chair and drifts into a contented sleep.