A Day In The Life Of A Dog

Some links before getting started today. Norma had her review of Ant-Man. Parsnip had a Square Dog Friday. Eve had puns at her blog. Krisztina had a garden tour. And Cheryl had some sad cat news.

It is time once again to turn to my regular dog and cat blogs, featuring as always the dog's point of view first.

 7:29 AM. Waking up. Slept exceedingly well. Dreamed of gnawing on a nice steak bone. 

7:33 AM. The human is coming downstairs. I wag my tail in greetings. Hello, human! A fine day, isn’t it? It looks nice and sunny outside. Say, how about we get ourselves some breakfast? I’m feeling a bit peckish.

7:35 AM. Wolfing down a bowl full of kibbles. Yum yum yum!!!

7:42 AM. Out the door for my morning run. Lots of running to do, so little time....

7:57 AM. Running through the fields, barking my head off, feeling carefree. Of course, my being a dog means that I’m carefree all the time.

8:25 AM. A visit to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. After a brief greeting in the customary dog way, we begin to confer on numerous serious matters- the benefits of rolling in dead things, the consistency of dog kibble, and the enigmatic purpose of cats existing on this planet. Neither of us can really determine a good reason for that third one.

8:29 AM. Spike and I discuss sightings of the despised enemy. We find ourselves speculating that squirrels might well be escaping via neighbouring trees while we’re barking at the base of one tree.

8:31 AM. Spike and I ponder which must be more annoying- the vet or the squirrels. We must concede that vets are a rarity in our lives, while squirrels are a regular occurrence.

8:36 AM. Parting ways with Spike. I’m no doubt expected by the human at home.

8:51 AM. Back home after my meandering wanderings. Hello, human! Say, how about firing up the grill with a hamburger before my nap? It’s good grilling weather.

8:53 AM. Despite my suggestion, she’s not starting up the barbecue.

8:57 AM. Well, all things being as they are, I might as well take a nap. Nice and sunny out here on the deck as it is, so I’m sure I’ll enjoy a good doze in a sun puddle.

11:39 AM. Waking up from my nap. Ah, good, I didn’t sleep through lunch.

12:05 PM. I have successfully mooched a couple of dinner rolls from the human. Yum yum yum!

1:23 PM. The human’s down at the barn. I’m busy supervising. Humans regularly do need strict supervision, after all.

1:41 PM. Continuing my duties of supervising the human out at the barn. Motion out of the proverbial corner of my eye. Note to myself: who coined that phrase? I wonder for a moment if it’s that annoying squirrel. I turn and look. Hey, it’s that cranky cat from down the road. Hey, cat! Woof woof!

1:42 PM. The cat hisses at me. The human notices her.

1:43 PM. The human gives the cat a scratch behind the ear and talks to her in a soft way. Says something  about getting a cat around here. Hey, now human, I don’t know about you, but subjecting me to the constant presence of a cat might not be a good idea.

1:44 PM. The cat takes her departure of the property and glares at me. I decide discretion is the better part of valour and it’s not that good an idea to follow her. Besides, I have to talk my human out of this silly notion of getting a cat.

2:04 PM. Back into the house for some tea. Human, be honest with me, you were just humouring that cat, right? Because between you and me, cats are cranky and have a god complex.

2:15 PM. I have mooched a scone from the human while she’s having her tea. Yum yum yum!

4:57 PM. Waking up from nap. Too early for supper, right? 

5:57 PM. The human's talking about dinner. I love dinner. It's tied for my favourite meal of the day with breakfast, lunch, and snacks.

6:35 PM. Having dinner with the human. She must have read my mind earlier today, because she’s barbecued some burgers. While she’s having hers with bread and mustard and relish and ketchup and onions- note to self: who actually likes onions?- I’m having just the meat. Yum yum yum!

8:38 PM. Lying on my back, watching a table fan turn round and round and round and round and.... you know, I’d better stop. This is a good way to get sick.

11:36 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human! Do keep the door open in case I decide to come up later on.

With my luck, I’ll be dreaming of that fan going round and round all night.