[Quiet Man Cometh]

My dog would come in and check on me at about 10am every day. He would walk across my bed and stick his nose in my face until I acknokledged his presence, then he'd curl up next to me and nap until I actually got out of bed.

He used to glare at me too when it was getting late and he wanted to go to bed. Generally speaking he would stick around wherever I was, and late at night he would walk to his bed, walk back and look at me, walk to his bed again. Come out fifteen minutes later and look at me. Cute boy.