How does your morning start?

I'm sure everyone's mornings starts out in their own special way. So a bit about how I'm awoke to start my day.
Now as you can tell I'm owned by greyhounds. Yes, you read that correctly. I don't OWN greyhounds, these buggers OWN me. Sad as that may sound and some totally don't agree with it, well it's my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.
So there I lay, sleeping away, head on my pillow all snug and sound in my bed. 7:15 am or there about rolls around and it's Greyhound alarm clock time. Maybe this is the cure for all who hit that snooze button?
90 pounds of Augie Doggie barking in my face, not close to my face, not standing a bit off but RIGHT in my face. I feel the breeze of his breath upon my face. Add in a bit of spice from little Pooh aka Stinker Pooh. Yes, Pooh can not be content with just the barking of the big Augie man. She has to add in her spice to life.
Jump on the bed, be sure to land square on the Momma person. Then get up in her face and poke at her eyes with you needle nose.
Yes, that is my morning alarm clock. No snooze to hit, no 5 more moments, it's get your butt out of the bed right now and feed the hounds!

I've some how managed to drag my lazy butt out of bed. But the fun does not end there. Ohhhh noooo. You gotta understand these hounds are starving. So I stumble down the hall in my half away/half asleep going on auto pilot mode. Only to have this little peanut of a greyhound, (read here Stinker Pooh) bouncing and dancing, twirling and spinning, all the while bitting away at my hand.
I often wonder in my days before greyhounds how I ever managed to get out of bed.