Can you imagine a typical morning's activities from a dog's point of view? Read on...
Imagine! I get up in the morning & wait until she decides to roll out of bed. Shuffling toward me in a bathrobe, it appears that she's barely awake. I don't know why the heck she's so tired; I've been awake myself for over an hour, patiently lying next to her in the bedroom, waiting for her to stir, admittedly wimpering every so often to nudge her toward consciousness. When she strirred just a bit, I simply knew that was when she wanted me to start barking to make sure she was ready to get up and start our day together. We have so much fun together!
She puts on her slippers and robe, shuffles through the house & eventually goes to the back door. My friend unlatches the door, opens it and I hurl myself full speed down the back steps outside to see if there are any birds, squirrels or other forms of animal life I can chase through our yard. I let 'em all know who's the boss on our property! Finding none and slightly dejected, I'm resigned to merely "doing it" like master has always trained me to do. After relieving myself, I spend a few minutes smelling the flowers, agility equipment we love playing with so much and assorted areas on the lawn that somehow garner my attention. Suddenly, I hear water running, then some pots & pans rattling so I just know breakfast time must be near! Once again, I turn on the afterburners and in a mere 5.5 seconds (not nearly approaching my all-time record of 3.0 seconds when I was a couple of years younger!) I'm at the porch door, sitting & waiting quietly, tail wagging furiously as I wait for my friend who'll open the door any second now...
Ah! There she is! The door's barely open and I squeeze my way through the opening before my master even has the time to shut the door behind me! But, in my haste, I once again forgot that new linoleum was put down on the kitchen floor a week or so ago. So, I slam on the brakes but to no avail...I proceed to skid across the floor and unceremoniously crash into the cabinet at the far end of the room. No harm's done to me other than a little hurt pride, but my master must think this is very funny because she's laughing so hard! I love to hear her laugh!
I'm sitting up now, and here she comes, walking across the kitchen. I love to watch her. In fact, I simply love her more than anything in the whole wide world! But at this present moment, all I can think about is that wonderful, sumptuous bowl of food resting up there on the countertop. Sure, I'm drooling, but I just can't help myself, know what I mean?
And here it is! Oh, what a wonderful meal I'm going to have! In no time at all my snout's buried in the hallowed dish of plenty. To me, the mounds of aromatic culinary delight in front of me is sensory nirvana. I won't let even a morsel remain in my bowl or on the tray underneath it.
Licking my chops when done, I turn to the water dish, fresh with the nectar of the gods. Man, is that stuff good! I can't move my tongue fast enough to lap it up. Sure, I make a mess around the bowl and dribble across the floor, but my master never seems to mind.
After all, those humans are here to clean up after us dogs. And they're supposed to be the higher form of life, with all other species subservient to them?
Now that breakfast's done, I'll just hang around the kitchen until my master makes her meal. Maybe if I act real cute I'll get a piece of toast or some eggs. Perhaps later in the day we'll go outside and use our agility jumps, weaves and that pause table so I can get ready for our upcoming competition!
We'll, gotta go for now. I'll write again tomorrow as long as my master leaves her P/C on. I have a lot of trouble using my paws to turn the darn thing on! |
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