Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

In the story of Peter Pan, the Villain Capt. Hook loses one of his hands when a Crocodile bites it off, along with his wrist watch. While the Captain replaces his hand with a Hook, and consequently comes to be feared as Captain Hook, he remains in mortal fear of meeting his nemesis the Crocodile - who found him tasty. The wrist watch continues to work inside the Crocodile, and the Captain occasionally hears the watch go tick-tock, Tick-Tock as the Crocodile draws near his ship. The Crocodile is called Tick-Tock in the story. 

Dogs generally are very curious creatures, biting, chewing, swallowing whatever they can reach. I suspect that like Captain Hook's Crocodile, Tommy has swallowed an alarm clock. 

Everyday at precisely 6.05 am he wakes me, for his walk. No matter how late I slept, no matter if it is a holiday, no matter if Tommy was also up late playing the night before, at 6.05 am, I had better be up, or a wet nose, whining noises and an impatient paw makes sure I am off the bed. No mercy is offered, even if I plead. 

I keep wondering, how does he get up precisely at this time. I set my alarm early and woke up at 5.45 am, just to understand this phenomenon. He wasn't bothered with me being up early, coming close, or making coffee. One sleepy eye partially opens, checks who this duffer is, up early making noises washing vessels, and then continues with his beauty sleep. This continues till the magic 6.05 am, when he reaches me in the kitchen, ready for his walk. 

There is no other alarm in the house. Then how is Tommy so precise. I am yet to discover the answer. His habits are also very disciplined. At night beyond 11 PM he doesn't stay up. No matter if the TV is on full blast, everyone in the house is sitting in the hall near him, the kids try to play with him, Tommy goes off-duty! 
No amount of excitement or coaxing can get him up then. Off duty is Off duty - Tommy takes his timings very seriously. 

During the day too, he sleeps, when there is no one around to play with or share a snack with him. I am not allowed to eat  chicken or interesting food without sharing with him. He sits on his haunches, near my feet, looking at my chewing mouth expectantly, drooling profusely. Try as I may to ignore the unwelcome attention, the increasing pool of drool threatens to drown me, unless I share my food with him, or, I open both hands, empty palms out to show him my hands are empty, and there is no food. 
He regards this display as my surrender, and without further ado, walks away, dragging his disappointed feet. 

But the question still remains.... How is he up at this time, so precisely. He must have swallowed an alarm clock. That is the only explanation I can guess at. Tick-Tock the Crocodile is alive and well.