At four in the morning, the alarm goes off and I hear the announcer on CBC Radio drone on as usual, something about the orange clown south of the border. I slap the radio like it's some sort of pesky mosquito, in hopes of getting a few more seconds of peace. My little Aussie Shepherd jumps to attention. Pearl is four months old, and she's good at it. She reminds me of Anna waking up her sister in the opening scene of Frozen . The sun is awake. And I'm awake. It's time to play! It's Saturday, and I have to drive my husband to work in downtown Ottawa. Later, I have a date with my son and my granddaughter to celebrate Father's Day one day early. Time is a wastin'. I jump out of bed before Pearl pees on my shoes, then sit outside with my tea while Scott gets showered. Four in the morning is a fascinating time on my street which is almost always busy. It's a major artery during the day, brimming with buses, firetrucks,
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