Feed a $%#@ ton of meowing fats cats acting like they're starving. Right when I walk out, one will figure 8 around my legs and herd me into the kitchen, me being half asleep the whole time.
Occasionally, because I'm half asleep, I'll step on a cat's foot - jerking awake from the horrid scream and sounds of what sounds like a small moose running through the house. Because that's how freaking fat she is. Yes, I'm fat-shaming my cat.
Then the one outside is jumping 6 to 8 feet in the air because he too feels he is starving. I could take both these cats and get a full upper body workout with both arms.
After the feline frenzy, I make a cup of coffee and help myself determine what that $#@% just happened.
My dogs are greeted by me first everyday as they have to go out first before I get to do anything; note, they are the first part of my day, not me.
Rain, sunny, sleet or snow, I get to wake up to whatever frozen tundra is awaiting, or the Hades of hot summer temps and stand guard for my dogs (two Pom's) from any predators. Though I have to say, I have collected some awesome pictures throughout the years from my early morning views of the sun coming up.