On those rare mornings when I don't set an alarm, this is how I wake up:
The pooch's stomach is on its own clock, and she puts her nose on the bed and starts doing her little tap dance to get me moving. If there are covers on the bed, she will use her nose to lift them up and drag them away. It is pretty cute, but not at 6:45am on a day off.
For some reason, she hit snooze this morning and let me sleep in to almost 9:00 this morning. Best start to Labor Day ever!