It is once again time for the perspective of the dog and the cat. As always, we start with the dog, who gets so easily distracted, after all.
6:54 AM. Waking up. Big stretch. Light outside. The days start so early these days, don't they? And here I am already behind in my to-do list. Top of the list? Breakfast.
7:00 AM. Looking outside. Birds busy pecking around at the ground for no reason.
7:12 AM. Waiting on the human to get downstairs. After all, I can't get my breakfast sorted on my own.
7:20 AM. Thumping my tail furiously on the floor as the human comes downstairs. Good morning, human! Great day, isn't it? Say, any thought to getting breakfast together yet? Just saying...
7:22 AM. The human is pouring me a big bowl of kibbles.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy....
7:23 AM. Licking my chops after finishing off breakfast in near-record speed time.
That was good.
7:29 AM. Making inquiries with the human about letting me go out and have a run.
7:31 AM. The human lets me out for a run. Bye, human!
7:38 AM. Running through the back fields, barking my head off. Life is good!
7:52 AM. Stopping by to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!
7:54 AM. After the customary doggie greetings, Spike and I discuss the latest issues of concern. The velocity required to catch the mailman.What the squirrels are up to.
8:00 AM. Spike notes that we'll have thunderstorms in the night. Oh, brother, Spike. I don't like those one bit.
8:05 AM. Spike and I part ways after he assures me he'll keep me up to date on the arrival of the mailman this afternoon.
8:29 AM. Returning home, barking to let the human know I've returned.
10:30 AM. The human is having coffee. I have persuaded her to give me a cookie.
12:16 PM. Lunch with the human. I scarf down a ham and cheese sandwich.
1:30 PM. Barking at the mailman as he drops some stuff off at the mailbox before driving away.
3:27 PM. Awake from an afternoon nap just in time to persuade the human to give me a cookie while she has tea.
6:35 PM. Dinner with the human. Pancakes tonight, which she has cut up into bite sized chunks for me.
8:10 PM. Lying on the couch when the world erupts with lightning and thunder outside. My response is to high tail it and run into the basement.
9:39 PM. Pacing around the basement. The storm continues outside.
Why does thunder have to be so loud?
10:15 PM. The human comes downstairs to tell me that the storm has passed.
Human? I don't like thunder. Just so you know.
11:30 PM. The human is off to bed. Well, good night, human. But please, keep the door open. If we get more storms in the night, I'm hiding under your bed.
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