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Monday, March 20, 2023

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

It's been too long since we've had the perspective of the dog and the cat, and so we are back with them once again. As always, I must start with the dog, who gets so easily distracted by literally everything.

7:03 AM. Waking up at home. Slept exceptionally well. Dreamed of chasing the squirrel, but just before I got him.....

....I woke up.

7:05 AM. Looking outside. Looks like more snow falling. Hmm.... makes you wonder if winter is ever going to end. Isn't it supposed to be spring right about now? 

Everywhere but in Canada....

7:12 AM. Making plans about getting out there and going for a run. But first things first. We must have our priorities. |


7:19 AM. The human comes downstairs. I respond by furiously thumping my tail against the floor. Good morning, human! Fine day, isn't it? Say, how about we get started on my breakfast? Just saying.

7:21 AM. The human is busy making my breakfast.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy.....

7:22 AM. Licking my chops after finishing off breakfast. Did so with just two seconds off my all time fastest consumption of breakfast.

That was good!

7:27 AM. Inquiring with the human as to if she can let me out for my run.

7:29 AM. Out the door and on my way. See you later, human!

7:38 AM. Running through the snow in the back fields, barking my head off, as happy as I can be. 

Life is good!

7:47 AM. Sniffing around in the woods, seeing what's what.

I'm glad the skunks are still hibernating. I think they've got it in for me.

7:58 AM. Stopping by to speak with Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!

8:00 AM. After the customary doggie greetings, Spike and I get down to talking about matters of the highest importance. Movements of the squirrels. The true agenda of the mailman. Taste difference between one type of kibble and another.

8:06 AM. Spike says he'll keep me updated as to when the mailman shows up today. Thanks, Spike. We've got to figure out someway to make sure he never comes back down our road again.

8:08 AM. Parting ways with Spike. See you later!

8:12 AM. Passing by the property where that cranky cat lives. Probably a better idea not to go say hello.

8:26 AM. Returning home. Barking to let the human know I'm back. Human! It is I, Loki! Annoyer of Mailmen and Chewer of Slippers!

8:28 AM. The human lets me in, but subjects me to the Towel of Torment first.

Come on, human, I only rolled in the snow seven times.

10:15 AM. The human is having coffee. I have succeeded in persuading her into giving me a cookie. That's good!

11:55 AM. Awake from a nap. Must be close to lunchtime.

12:10 PM. The human is having her lunch. I've convinced her with the old sad eyes trick to give me a ham and cheese sandwich.

Life is good.

12:30 PM. The weather forecasters are on, talking about an early spring snowstorm coming this way this afternoon. They're labelling it Snowmageddon. Haven't they already used that one this year?

1:30 PM. A look outside. Snow falling heavily. Can't even see the road from here.

Hmmm, maybe the mailman's crashed his car into some ditch or something.

Not likely. From everything I've ever heard, they're pretty lazy about actually dealing with hard weather.

3:47 PM. The human is having tea. I have scarfed an oatmeal cookie from her.


6:35 PM.  Dinner with the human. She's having broccoli and potatoes with her meat for some reason. She's thoughtfully provided me with a plate of stewing beef.

9:03 PM. Pondering the great mysteries of life while lying by the fireplace. Can the tail ever be caught?

11:21 PM. The human is off to bed while the blizzard howls outside. Good night, human, and sleep well. I'll guard the house.

In between naps.


  1. Too funny... My husband will relate to the one about me taking the middle half of the bed.

  2. These are all so cute, that last one especially.

  3. I shall wait patiently for Mittens to get her revenge in your next installment of life with the higher beings, i.e. cats.

  4. I get the sense dogs are adapting cat attitude on purpose. lol

  5. This was great. The nameing of the gud dug and the ball is not going to throw itself was terrific.


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