I hate Mondays

Oh joy of joys - why is it that I come downstairs every mornining at 6 o'clock to a bouncy full of beans barking dog wanting his breakfast - I am bleary eyed and tired and he is jumping around like a complete lunatic. I love him to bits, but he has the energy of roadrunner. Once he has had his breakfast he wants to go in the garden, but Oscar does nothing quietly, so my poor neighbours get woken up every morning by my hound barking. He flies down the garden to catch the birds - to date he has never succeeded - well what bird would stay there with a ruby red lunatic dog speeding down the garden like lightening barking very loudly. I must teach him how to tiptoe - Now there's a challenge!