It is time once again for the point of view of the dog and cat. As always, the dog starts things off.
7:02 AM. Waking up at home. Slept
exceedingly well. Very good dreams. Got into the cookie bin. Now, if only that
could happen in real life, but the human keeps it in an upper cupboard and
being a dog, I lack the opposable thumbs required to get at it.
7:05 AM. Looking outside. Wagging my tail.
Fall colours continue to proceed as expected. Light frost on the lawn. The
muffled honking of Canada geese bolting for the south off in the distance.
Autumn is a perfectly lovely time of year.
7:08 AM. Wondering if I should go upstairs
and bark at the human to wake up.
7:10 AM. Sounds from upstairs. Okay, she’s
up. I can be patient and wait for breakfast. Oh, breakfast. How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways…
7:15 AM.
….and then there’s breakfasts with a plate of bacon on the side of the
kibbles. Oh, do I love bacon!
7:21 AM. The human comes downstairs. Well,
good morning, human! Fine day, isn’t it? Say, I can’t speak for you, but I know
I’ve had it on my mind quite extensively since I woke up. Have you given any
thought to breakfast?
7:23 AM. The human pours me a big bowl of
kibbles. I thump my tail against the kitchen floor in anticipation…
7:24 AM. Have finished devouring all the
kibbles. Licking my lips. That hit
the spot, let me tell you…
7:26 AM. Say, human? How about you let me
out the door for my morning run and I leave you in peace to have your breakfast
without mooching dog eyes watching you? Is that a win-win both ways? Especially
if I find a mud puddle?
7:27 AM. Out the door and on my way for a
run. Bye, human!
7:43 AM. Running through the back fields,
barking my head off, having a ball.
7:58 AM. Stopping in my tracks in a
clearing in the woods. Awed by what I see. It’s the mother of all mud puddles.
8:02 AM. Splashing around in the water and
mud, thoroughly enjoying myself.
8:09 AM. Giving myself a good shake after
finishing up splashing about. Feeling quite pleased. Now then, how to get back
into the house without being subjected to a bath, that’ll be a challenge. Maybe
I should ask Spike for some advice.
8:20 AM. Stopping in to see Spike the
Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hello, Spike!
8:21 AM. Spike remarks that I look like the
Dog From The Black Lagoon. Is that so bad?
8:23 AM. Spike suggests there will be no
getting around it- I’ll be in for a bath when I get home. He notes that as fun
as mud puddles may be, they inevitably lead to baths. You might be right. Oh,
by the way, this might sound odd, but I could swear that I was being watched
while I was splashing about.
8:29 AM. Parting ways with Spike. This
being a weekend day, we don’t have to worry about that evil mailman coming our
way. I wonder what he does with his time on the weekends. Probably performs
ritual sacrifices to the Mail Demon. And our humans wonder why we bark at them
so often.
8:43 AM. Returning home. Wondering how to
slink into the house past the human before she realizes I’m covered in dried up
mud.
8:44 AM. No good! The human has opened the
door and spotted me before I could dash past her. I’m in for it now…
8:57 AM. Thoroughly drenched, being
subjected to a bath by garden hose situation here. And as we all know, the bath
is followed by treatment from the Towel of Torment. You know, human, all that
mud on me was dry by the time I got back. I could have just shaken it all off
inside the house like a civilized dog does.
12:03 PM. I have woken up from a nap just
in time for some lunch, and have just mooched a cheese and ham sandwich from
the human. Yum yum yum!
3:25 PM. The human is having afternoon tea.
I have successfully used my patented sad eyes look to mooch a couple of oatmeal
cookies from her.
5:48 PM. The human is making dinner.
Whatever it is, it smells good. Bacon is involved.
6:21 PM. Dinner with the human. Bacon
pancakes! Oh boy, these are good!
11:39 PM. The human is off to bed. Well,
good night, human! Sleep well. Have peaceful dreams. I may dream of that mud
puddle out there. Maybe go back and see it tomorrow. Just see it. I don’t have to jump into it to prove a point. I
mean, after all, I can behave myself.
Sure I can. Because I’m a good dog.
Despite what the mailman and the vet and the mayor and the cranky cat down the
road might say.
Oh my! Such fun life! No cat scans but a lab report. And then that one...we'll stare till you share! Ain't it the truth!
ReplyDeleteIt is!
DeleteHard to pick a favorite this time, they're all so cute. But those embracing weimaraners might just do it.
ReplyDeleteAren't they cute?
DeleteMud puddles are gud !
ReplyDeletecheers, parsnip
Not if you have to clean the dog!
DeleteDog from the Black Lagoon. Good one!
ReplyDeleteThe Doberman in the convertible reminds me of the scene in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 when Rocket, Yondu, Groot and Kraglin were making all of those space jumps.
It seemed quite appropriate!
DeleteI love all the ones of dogs dressed up because my daughter and I dress up our dog all the time. She actually likes it.
ReplyDeleteThat's surprising!
DeleteFantastic post, photos and captions ~ you got the Yorkie right for sure ~ Thanks for the smile you created for me ~ Happy Week to you ~ ^_^
ReplyDeleteA ShutterBug Explores aka (A Creative Harbor)
I love writing these dog and cat POVs.
DeleteThis makes me laugh :) Especially as I just let my silly dog out to play and all he's doing is barking at some poor person walking a block and a half away...
ReplyDeleteDogs will do that.
DeleteThe little dog threatening to go for the toes could be my daughter's one dog. He looks like Cuddy, and Cuddy attacks toes whether one is shod or not.
ReplyDeleteToes are fair game.
DeleteYep, blame the dug-up garden on the cat! Even with dirt dripping everywhere!
ReplyDeletePoor dogs. They can never quite lie convincingly!