It is time once again for the perspective of the dog and the cat. As always, the dog gets the first word in on these things, since he is so easily distracted by everything.
7:02 AM. Waking up at home. Slept very well indeed. Dreamed of chasing squirrels.
7:04 AM. A look outside the windows. Birds out on the lawns. The sun is rising later these days, and the nights are getting cooler. Soon we'll be running through leaves and getting frost, and before you know it, it'll be winter.
7:09 AM. Waiting on the human to get downstairs. After all, I can't see to my breakfast alone.
7:21 AM. The human comes downstairs. I thump my tail in greetings. Good morning, human! Fine day, isn't it? Say, how about we start putting some thought into my breakfast?
7:23 AM. The human is pouring a big bowl of kibbles.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy...
7:24 AM. Have finished off the kibbles in near-record fastest time.
That was good!
That was good!
7:27 AM. Inquiring with the human as to if she'll let me out for a run.
7:28 AM. Out the back door and on my way. See you later, human!
7:43 AM. Running through the back fields, barking my head off. As happy as I can be.
7:52 AM. Stopping in to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!
7:53 AM. After customary doggie greetings, Spike and I get down to talking about matters of the greatest canine urgency.
What are the mailmen plotting?
8:03 AM. Parting ways with Spike, who says he'll let me know when the mailman is passing by his place.
8:13 AM. On my way through the woods, heading home, not a worry in my head.
8:14 AM. Pause in my steps. Uh oh.
It's a black and white striped terror ahead on the trail.
A skunk.
8:15 AM. Staying perfectly still. Don't set him off, don't set him off.
Hey, skunk, listen... you don't want to spray me, and I don't want to get sprayed. Can we agree on that?
8:16 AM. The skunk stares at me as if considering his options.... and then wanders off into the brush.
Deep breath of relief. That could have gone much worse.
8:31 AM. Back home. Barking to let the human know I'm here. She opens the back door.
Human! You're lucky! You might have been putting me through the tomato juice bath of doom right now.
10:35 AM. Scarfing a cookie from the human while she has coffee.
12:10 PM. Using my mooching technique to convince the human to let me have a ham and cheese sandwich.
1:34 PM. Barking at the mailman as he drops some stuff off at the mailbox and drives away.
The human tells me he's just doing his job.
But human! He's evil!
3:24 PM. The human is having afternoon tea. I am convincing her that it is necessary to provide me with a cookie.
6:30 PM. Dinner with the human. She's given me a plate of macaroni and meat.
This is good!
8:41 PM. Pondering the great mysteries of existence. What if the mailman has a dog at home? And the dog doesn't know he's a mailman? Or worse... doesn't care?
11:28 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human, sleep well.
I'll likely join you at two in the morning.
I was afraid that skunk appearance was going to go very differently.
ReplyDeleteThere was a fun parade in Stockholm yesterday, which I totally forgot about. One thousand Dachshunds. And there humans, traffic chaos followed.
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