Wake up to Sloan squeaking and clanking her tail on her crate walls. Groan, hate life, tell Sloan to shut up. Listen to backup grumble and chew a toy, roll out of bed, open bedroom door, open crates. Sidestep, kick, duck, dodge and curse at the dogs to leave me alone and go downstairs. Follow them down, tell Sloan to stop bouncing off the glass door, open the door to the yard, usher Shamoo out, close the door. Make their breakfast, let them in, yell at them to settle down, sit still, and shut up. Feed them, head back out to pick up poop/take out trash/water plants, then proceed with my day. Sometimes it's playing with dogs, sometimes it's crating, sometimes its crawling back to bed pretending I'll get to sleep anymore. Usually it's wander upstairs, get dressed quickly, rush out the door, rush back in because I forgot something and repeat.
You see, in the mornings, I loate my Malinois. Lol