I used to housesit and petsit two Westies who were a mother and son pair. I did this for 5 years or so.

The dogs were the property of a retired naval officer who routinely got up at 5 a.m. to feed his pets.

They expected to be fed on time. Unless I shut the door to the bedroom I slept in, the son of the pair--Chuck-- would jump in bed with me. Stick his nose to my side and try to roll me out of bed.

This was usually right around the crack of dawn or sometimes before.

These two dogs remind me of the mother and son pair.

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