It is time, once again, for the perspective of the dog and the cat. As always, I start with the dog, who gets so easily distracted all the time.
07:03 AM. Waking up. Big stretch. Slept well. Dreamed of chasing squirrels.
07:05 AM. Checking outside. No sign of squirrels. More's the pity.
07:09 AM. Waiting on the human to get downstairs. After all, breakfast won't see to itself, and I lack opposable thumbs.
07:20 AM. The human finally comes downstairs. I thump my tail furiously on the floor in greetings. Good morning, human! Fine day, isn't it? Say, have you put any thought into my breakfast?
7:22 AM. Watching the human pour me a big bowl of kibbles.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy....
7:23 AM. Have polished off the kibbles, two seconds short of my all time fastest record.
That was good.
7:26 AM. Making inquiries with the human about getting out for a run.
7:27 AM. Out the door and on my way. See you later, human!
7:36 AM. Running through the back fields, as happy as I can be. Life is good!
7:51 AM. Stopping by to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!
7:53 AM. After the customary doggie greetings, Spike and I discuss matters of the greatest significance. The consistency of kibble. What the squirrels are up to. And does it involve a secret alliance with the mailman.
8:00 AM. Parting ways with Spike, who assures me he'll keep an eye out for that awful mailman.
8:20 AM. Splashing through the creek in the woods. Nice and cool.
8:35 AM. 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 from getting inside and applies the Towel of Torment. Human! I'm only a little wet. And there is no such thing as wet dog smell.
10:35 AM. Mooching a cookie off the human while she has her morning coffee break.
12:21 PM. Mooching a ham and cheese sandwich from the human.
1:30 PM. Barking at the mailman as he stops at the mailbox and drops off stuff. Get lost, you fiend!!!!
3:14 PM. The human is having afternoon tea. I have scarfed a cookie from her.
4:00 PM. Watching the Weather Channel. Possibility of thunderstorms tonight.
Uh oh....
6:25 PM. The human has made bacon pancakes for dinner tonight. I have a plate set aside for me.
Yummy!
8:47 PM. Pondering life's great mysteries. How much is that doggie in the window?
11:30 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human. Sleep well.
11:58 PM. A sudden bolt of lightning and thunder outside. I respond by running like hell upstairs and hiding under the human's bed where it's safe.
Any idea when the thunder will end?
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