Spring forward, fall back. Blah, blah, blah.
My dog Marty gets up at exactly the same time every day. His time.
It doesn’t matter what the clock says, when he’s gone to bed the night before or how darned tired I am.
Daylight-saving time is for sissies. He stirs right before dawn. He whines. He barks. If I don’t get him outside RIGHT NOW, he puddles.
He has trained me well.