Some days are harder than others

As you may have guessed, Sweet little Himbeere has a penchant for sleeping out in the back yard. I'm not sure I understand this. After all, we provide him a perfectly good bed in a bedroom all by himself inside the house. Nevertheless, he likes to sleep out in the back. And some days he's harder to get up than others. So yesterday morning, everyone else was up and about and he was still in bed. Time to leave was drawing nigh and he was still sawing logs. So we formed a committee and undertook to get him up. Hollering out the back door hadn't done anything up to this point so we got a little more intrusive.

The shake and the rattle didn't do much, either.

But the roll proved effective.

Ta da! He was out of bed!