I often look into the eyes of Seamus and Annie wondering what possibly could be going on in there. How do they regard me? Leader of the pack? Mommy? Perhaps a combination of a gentleman's gentleman and chauffeur? What makes their day a Saturday and a Monday?
This morning as I am lying in bed with Seamus occupying the spot left by my husband, Seamus is ready to go. Let's just say he is a "morning dog". Every morning, he greets the world with..
"Yippee, let's go, wow it is morning and I get to go outside, to go for a ride, eat, Whoopiee!, Come on mom get out of bed and play with me!" "Isn't life grand"
Annie on the other hand is more like me. I think she would drink coffee. She lays around in her bed. Watching Seamus jump all over the place and only gets up to go downstairs for two reasons:
1) Lunch is being made prior to work and oooh was that the pretzel bag I heard. (It is better than a whistle)
2) Time to go out for the morning constitutional walk.
They sit in my office most of the day. Total couch potatoes only to perk up when a squirrel comes up on the patio or other wildlife. We have had everything from landscaper to coyotes to bobcats and raccoons.
I think of my sliders as a big screen doggy tv.
So here is my definition of a good day (typically Saturday) for my furry kids.
Get up and go to the park prior to 7 Am for a 1-2 mile walk including off leash time. Perhaps meeting up with Ruger, Bosco, or Stella to play with, or for Annie, have a little kid pet her.
Come home to a wonderful breakfast with leftover steak chopped up with my dry food or some of that yummy canned food.
Be able to be the dog selected to go with mom for errands and be allowed to sit in the front seat.
Come home. Go for another quick walk around the neighborhood when we check for the mail and my pee mail.
Share lunch with mom and/ or dad. Chips, pretzels, cheese, etc.
Afternoon nap in a sunny spot. Only to be woken by a belly rub and a leash dangling in my face .. Back over to the park or a trail somewhere. Spot some deer and beg mom to let me chase them.
Home for the parental units to order in pizza and watch it in the family room where I am allowed to share the sofa... More food. A sneak out the back door for last call. Off to my beddie to chase squirrels or win the Crofts dog show in my dreams.
I hope that is a good day. We can always top that with a trip to Uncle Rob's and Aunt Jen's to play and splash in the pond. But all in all. I hope that is a good day in the life of any dog.. not just ours.
