On Thanksgiving morning, I had to get up about two hours earlier than normal. (Ouch.) I also had to get Mini the Wee up equally early, because I had to walk and feed her before I embarked on what promised to be a long day.
When I opened up her crate door, Mini was still half-asleep. She toddled out of the crate slowly and carefully, as befits a little old lady doggie. But one part of her was moving normally. Her tiny little tail was wagging like mad.
I said to Mini, "I see your TAIL is awake. The rest of you, not so much, huh? I can relate. I'm not a morning person, either." :-)