The Usual

I am finally at home in my comfy clothes after working all day. We had Huddle House for dinner and it was perfect. Now I can smell coffee making and I am giving my dog his nightly treats.

This dog is on such a tight schedule he squeaks. I get out of the bed in the morning and head for the shower. If he is not already awake, he wakes up when I get up and follows me into the bathroom. He has done this since he was able to walk. Then after the shower he follows me when I go put on my robe . He stands there wagging his tail until I start to go out the bedroom door. If I don't come immediately, he comes back to me, gets my attention and raises his head and front paws and quickly turns his head toward the door in a "come-on" sort of way. He knows its time for his morning treats.

I give him one, he goes and lays it down in front of the bathroom door and comes back for another. I give him another and he goes in the bedroom and lays it right inside the door. He comes back for another and takes it into Marli's room and lays it right inside the door. Then he comes back for his fourth (he always gets four and he knows this). He takes the fourth in front of the bathroom door and lays down to eat it. He comes back to me and I say the same thing every morning. "Go eat your food now". He starts at the bathroom door and goes to every place aforementioned. Then, if Chris isn't awake, he decides he needs to go out. He stands in front of the front door and lowers his head and stares at me. I am in the kitchen making my lunch and our breakfast and I can see him staring. He just stares at you intently until you start to go to the door. Then he acts like a circus poodle doing really fast 360's on the carpet til you open the door (the wooden one) He claws at the other door til you open it. Then he Superman dives off the porch and pees on the trash can, then the tire. EVERY MORNING. Same order.

He starts running back to the house when he is done and I am watching for him so I open the door and he never slows down the whole trip. He runs clear to the kitchen grabs his ball and starts growl/barking at me twisting his head (while holding the ball) wanting me to play. I sometimes throw it (if I can get it out of his mouth) and sometimes I don't. When I don't, he throws it for himself. Right over his head. Yep, he slings it over his head , waits for it to fall somewhere and surprise attacks it. He falls down on his two front paws with his little backside in the air and chews like crazy. It's always the same thing.

The coffee is ready!