A Day In The Life Of A Dog

It is time once again for the perspective of the dog and the cat. As usual, the dog gets the first word in, as he is so easily distracted.

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

7:07 AM. Checking the exterior. No sign of squirrels. The sun rises later and later these days as we get closer to winter. Speaking of which, more snow on the ground during the night. I approve of this, because I like playing in the snow.

7:11 AM. Waiting on the human to get downstairs. After all, breakfast won't see to itself, you know.

7:19 AM. Thumping my tail furiously against the floor as the human comes downstairs. Good morning, human!

7:21 AM. Watching with great anticipation as the human pours me a big bowl with kibbles.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy....

7:22 AM. Licking my chops after finishing off breakfast in near record time.

7:26 AM. Inquiring with the human as to if she'll let me out for a run.

7:28 AM. The human lets me out the back door. See you later, human!

7:37 AM. Running through the snow in the back fields, barking my head off, as happy as I can be. Woof!

7:52 AM. Stopping in to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!

7:54 AM. After the customary doggie greetings, Spike and I set to talking about what's most important in life. To crush the mailmen. Drive them before us. And hear the lamentations of their women.

8:00 AM. Spike advises that his humans are getting visitors in over the Christmas holidays. As long as there aren't kids involved, Spike. They chase you and they yell and they never let up...

8:12 AM. Spike and I part ways after he says he'll keep me up to date on the movements of the mailman.

8:29 AM. Rolling through a snowdrift just because I can.

8:41 AM. Coming home. Barking to let the human know I've returned. Human! It is I, Loki! Annoyer of Mailmen and Chewer of Slippers. Let me in!

8:43 AM. The human catches me before I can sprint in and starts to apply the Towel of Torment. Come on, human!

8:45 AM. The human finally lets me in and I settle by the fireplace. Human, honestly. There is no such thing as wet dog smell.

10:45 AM. Using my patented mooching eyes to convince the human to part ways with a cookie.

12:13 PM. Lunch with the human. I've mooched a ham and cheese sandwich off her.

1:30 PM. Fierce barking at the mailman as he drops things off at the mailbox.

3:42 PM. Afternoon tea with the human. By which I mean she's having tea and I'm enjoying a cookie.

6:21 PM. Dinner with the human. She's made spaghetti and meatballs for herself. While she's not sharing spaghetti- something about the last time she did that- she did make some meatballs for me, which I'm devouring at my leisure. Life is good.

8:45 PM. Sitting in the living room, staring at that blank spot by the wall. In a couple of days the human will put a Christmas tree there.

I think the only reason she does it is to befuddle me.

11:26 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human. Sleep well. But keep the door open. I might want to come jump up on you for no reason at two in the morning.