It is time once again for the perspective of the dog and the cat, and as always, the dog gets the first say.
7:08 AM. Waking up at home. Yawning and
taking a stretch. Slept well. Dreamed of eating steak. I wonder if I can
convince the human to grill some steak for dinner.
7:10 AM. Having a look outside. Clear
weather and no humidity. That suits me fine. I’m not a fan of humidity to begin
with. You pant too much, you get all mucky and hot, and that just leads to
things like the human giving you a bath and then applying the Towel of Torment
to you.
7:15 AM. The human comes downstairs. I wag
my tail in greetings. Hello, human! Fine day, isn’t it? Say, I don’t know about
you, but I could really use some breakfast right about now. Have you put any
thought into that?
7:18 AM. Watching in anticipation as the
human pours kibbles into my bowl. Oh boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy…
7:19 AM. Licking my lips after finishing
off my breakfast. That was good!
7:21 AM. Inquiring with the human as to if
she might let me out for a run.
7:22 AM. Out the door and on my way for my
morning walkabout. See you later, human!
7:37 AM. Running through the back fields,
barking my head off at the birds and the clouds and everything else I see, as
happy as I can be. Woof woof woof!
7:42 AM. Stopped on a path in the woods.
Big turtle walking ahead of me. Now then, options. I could just turn around and
go the way I came. I could be patient. Or I could go left or right. The problem
with going left or right and going off the trail is that I might end up
brushing up against poison ivy, and that’s not a good thing.
7:45 AM. Still waiting for the turtle, who seems
to be taking his time. Come on, man, some of us don’t have all day, you know.
7:54 AM. After much internal debate, I have
decided to turn around and find another route through the woods. The turtle
having had only advanced twenty metres in twelve minutes has pretty much made
the decision for me.
8:03 AM. Stopping in to see Spike the
Magnificent. Hello, Spike!
8:04 AM. After greeting each other in
customary canine fashion- the sniffing of hindquarters- Spike and I confer on
the truly critical issues of the day. The movements of the squirrels. The
schedule of the mailman. Our disdain for the vet.
8:06 AM. Spike and I discuss our gratitude
at being out in the country. Far away from any places setting off fireworks
like they did a few days ago in town for Canada Day. Yes, the terrible book
bang bright light noise things. Almost as bad as thunderstorms if you ask me.
8:09 AM. Spike and I go our separate ways.
He promises to alert me as to when the mailman stops by at his place. Well,
that’s assuming he has mail for your humans today, of course. And in an ideal
world, the mailman will have been buried in a landslide somewhere.
8:28 AM. On my way home. Pausing near the
property where that cranky cat lives.
Should I say hello?
8:30 AM. Advancing across the lawn. Spotted
the cat dozing on a windowsill on the ground floor. Okay. So how do I do this?
8:32 AM. I could just walk away and leave the cat undisturbed, but where’s the
fun of that? I commit myself to the course of action and let out one big woof.
The cat bolts upright, totally startled, and sees me out here and starts
hissing. I wag my tail and grin in my usual goofy way. And then I turn around
and walk away. My good deed for the day is done.
8:46 AM. Returning home. Barking to let the
human know that I’m back.
8:47 AM. The human lets me in after a
visual check to confirm that I haven’t been rolling around in the mud or
splashing in a creek. Come on, human, I can
behave myself, you know. Just as long as you don’t ask the mailman or the
vet or the town mayor or that cranky cat
down the road, because whatever they say, it’s all lies and misdirection.
9:02 AM. Circling around on the living room
floor precisely three times before settling down to a morning nap.
12:08 PM. Mooching a couple of dinner rolls
off the human while she’s having lunch. Yum
yum yum!
1:29 PM. Barking my head off at the mailman
as he dares once again to leave mail
in the mailbox and drive away. Get lost!
Don’t ever come back!
6:38 PM. Dinner with the human. Dreams do
come true! She’s been grilling steak out on the barbecue and cut some bite
sized chunks for me. Oh, human, did I mention lately that I love you?
8:47 PM. Lying on the living room floor,
contemplating the great mysteries of life. Wondering if that cranky cat from
down the road might seek some measure of payback on me for that little
startling her awake thing I did today. Well, if it happens, it happens.
11:29 PM. The human is off to bed. Good
night, human! Sleep well. Do keep the door open, because if there’s a bump in
the night down here that I can’t explain, I’m totally rushing up those stairs
and cowering beneath your bed.
