Waking Up Is Hard To Do

Every morning my phone's alarm goes off, and I hit the snooze button to kill the hellish noise.

A few minutes later, the radio alarm goes off, and it is too far away for me to easily smack the snooze button, so it drones distantly in my subconscious.

Then the phone alarm goes off again, and I hit the snooze button, vaguely aware of a sense of deja vu.

Finally, the most effective alarm clock flops on top of me:

Stormy knows that I really should be getting up by the time the third alarm noise begins.  She needs to potty, and she wants a walk!  So she jumps on the bed and growls softly in extreme annoyance while she bats at my face with her paw.

It works.