A Day In The Life Of A Dog

It is time once again for the perspective of the dog and the cat. As usual, I start with the dog, who gets so easily distracted by literally everything on the planet.

7:05 AM. Waking up. Big stretch and a yawn. Slept well. Dreamed of chasing squirrels.

7:07 AM. Checking the outside from one of the windows. Some frost on the ground outside. Well, it is that time of year, after all, and sooner or later we'll have snow on the ground.

7:11 AM. Waiting on the human to get downstairs and see to my breakfast. After all, I can't get that done myself.

7:19 AM. The human makes her way downstairs. I thump my tail furiously on the floor. Good morning, human! Have we put any thought into my breakfast yet?

7:21 AM. The human is pouring me a big bowl of kibbles.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy...

7:22 AM. Licking my chops after polishing off breakfast in a near record fast time. That was good!

7:25 AM. Making inquiries with the human as to if she'll let me out for a run.

7:26 AM. Out the door and on my way. See you later, human?

7:27 AM. Why is it I always seem to forget how cold frost is on my feet?

7:35 AM. Running through the back fields, barking my head off, as happy as I can be.

7:46 AM. Stopping by to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!

7:48 AM. After customary doggie greetings, Spike and I discuss matters of great significance. What the squirrels are up to. If the mailman is plotting some dire scheme. What is the best cookie to mooch.

7:53 AM. Spike advises that he has heard there is snow out west, and likely coming this way. Well, Spike, winter was going to start coming in early this year anyway, wasn't it?

8:03 AM. Parting ways with Spike, who assures me that he'll bark up a storm when the mailman stops by. One of these days, buddy, we're going to get him.

8:21 AM. Splashing through the creek out in the woods while on the way home.

8:35 AM. Approaching the back door, barking to let the human know I've returned. Human! It is I! Loki! Annoyer of Mailmen and Chewer of Slippers!

8:36 AM. The human intercepts me at the doorway with the Towel of Torment. 

Come on, human! There is no such thing as wet dog smell!

10:45 AM. Scarfing a cookie from the human while she has coffee.

12:10 PM. Mooching a ham and cheese sandwich from the human.

1:30 PM. Barking my head off at the mailman as he drops things off at the mailbox.

2:24 PM. Using my patented sad eyes trick to convince the human to give me a scone while she has tea.

6:36 PM. Dinner with the human. She's made herself some macaroni and meat, and has seen fit to give me a plate. This is good, human.

11:40 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human, sleep well.

And keep the door open. I may be on patrol in the night.

In between naps.