C'mon! It's morning!

Clearly there was something unusual to the start of her day. It involved a 30lb Corgi sitting on top of her head. And a mouthful of wiggling, happy dog fur. She reached up with both hands, tugged once and he rolled down onto her chest. Before she could draw a proper breath she was being swabbed by a Gene Simmons-like tongue.
"Pffft! Finnie, stop!"
"But you need help waking up!' He insisted. 
"Blech! You need toothpaste!"
"I don't do toothpaste, I do chew bones. C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! It's MORNING!"
He scooted off and snuggled into her armpit. Still wiggling. She wondered how such a long dog could squeeze himself into such tiny spaces. 
 "Because one size fits all when there's love involved," He told her.
She grinned. Mind reader. He smiled back, panting. Time for breakfast. Time for leashing up. Time to go say good morning to wild rabbits and the cat next door who liked to kiss him on the nose. She sat up. Finnegan bounded onto the floor and scurried over to the door. "C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!"
Oh boy. Her little Olympian was full of piss and vinegar today.