My dad is 
I have a dog, but he doesn't have a Steemit account. The closest he comes to being tech-savvy is having the WiFi network named after him.
He can't even figure out how to squeak his toys. Silly dog.
Today I woke up at 4:30. This is unusual for me. My parents think it's that my top teeth are coming in, but really, I was just ready to play. Dad and I played bang the pots for a while. Before that, though, while dad was still groggy, I tried to climb over my little table to reach the radio. When that proved too difficult even for me, I simply walked around my table. By the time I got there, though, I forgot that I was going for the radio and, finding myself in the midst of my toys, began playing with the rings that the nice lady from Welcome Baby brought me.
Eventually Mom woke up, and we all walked the dog together to Cuties where I got to taste fresh donuts and a croissant.
Here's a picture of me from a couple mornings ago actually successfully climbing onto my table with my dad's help.