MY Morning Wake Up

This day begins new and fresh and I awake the problems of the last day affront me.  I am greeted with sickness, and grief.  I don't watch the news because there is just more of the same there.  I find some happiness in my dog, Angel who wakes me each morning happy and in want of her morning meal and to be let out to investigate the yard to find any interlopers who may have dared to invade her territory.  The big dog which I sometimes call the big "Yellar Dawg" awaits her meal outside on the porch.  Angel relieves her of her duties as watchdog to make her rounds.  This is how my mornings begin.