Can anyone else’s dogs tell time?
To be honest with you, since Clay retired, time no longer exists. There’s no place we HAVE to be, no schedule or deadlines to meet. There are NO rules! We can go to bed when we feel like it, sleep as late as we want, go where we want, when we want……every day is Saturday!
It’s still something we are getting used to and attempting to embrace. It’s a childlike freedom, pure abandon…..except for the dogs. They are not “with it”. They have become militant time keepers, viewing us and our irresponsibility with distain and a fair bit of disgust. When we were still bound to time. We were diligent in keeping our daily schedules, we fed their morning meal at 9am and their dinner at 5pm.
While attempting to drink my coffee in the morning or watch a movie later in the day or reading a book, writing a blog post etc. I am suddenly set upon by both Danes, in my face, giving kisses then running around the coffee table and looking back at me as if to say “are you coming or what?” They’ll repeat the process, Gus becoming more and more vocal and insistent. The mini schnauzer, Bella, is pawing at my leg.
My attempts to get them to go lay down, falls on deaf ears. Soon, Gus will employ “the guilt trip”, standing in the kitchen with his face laying on the counter with the “sad eyes” look he uses to get what he wants. He’s a master manipulator who knows I fall for this one often.
When that doesn’t work, they’ll go stand in front of the refrigerator and stare at me with indignation as if tapping their watches and throwing up their paws, “Hello! You forget something? You know what time it is?”
Glancing at my phone, sure enough, it’s either 9am or 5pm!
They are fastidious overlords of time. It’s 9:40am right now and Eden, our female dane, has had enough of my nonsense and just barked right in my face! I’d better take care of business before we have an all out revolt.
P.S. These guys are incredibly clever and I am convinced that they understand English perfectly, choosing the pretense of ignorance to their benefit in getting me to wait on them hand and paw. Seriously, out of 50 toys, that they’ve strewn across the floor, I can say “where’s your bear?” And the Gus will rifle through them then bring me the bear! He will often search for his blanket (which he sucks on). The day I said, “You left your blanky in the bedroom.” and he went all the way down the hall, into our bedroom and returned with it, I knew I had been being played! Lol