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The Days Izzy Dreams For

Sat, 21 Jan 2012, 08:17 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

Up before the dawn, 4:00.

They hop out of bed at my first request, not dallying as they so often do.

They whisper encouraging words and rub my chin.

I like it when they rub my chin.

 

Walk in the backyard to potty.

So many other things to do, and they let me do them.

Then zoom into the house through the doggie door.

Straight to the bedroom where they let me in the bed.

Under the covers.

Sleep until daylight.

 

An egg for breakfast.

Just learned of this tradition from Mr. Guinness.

A fine tradition, although I would prefer an egg to myself.

And a full bowl of kibble to chase the egg down.

 

Mommy doesn’t leave for work today.

So I don’t have to watch at the storm door as she drives off.

And the Man is home today.

So I can sit in his lap and gaze out the window as he works.

 

Lunchtime comes quickly.

They give me kibble, forgetting they’re weaning me from lunch.

How excellent is that that they forgot!?

I love my crunchy kibble.

 

Sunny day and blue skies and dappled spots of warm on the lawn.

Hellos to Daisy and Winchester next door who are mercifully quiet, today.

Hellos to Doc and Lacie on the other side.

A fine canine neighborhood, this.

Katelyn and Ashlyn behind us come home from school with a friend.

They ask me over to play, and I get to go.

Something we’ve all been asking for a very long time.

 

Dinner punctually at 5:00.

Not 5:05 like when The Man is in charge, and I have to remind him of the time.

Kibble with apples and cheese, and can you believe it, another egg!

 

Chase and fetch and a long walk in the woods.

And untethered zooms across the soccer field.

What is it with these tethers, anyway?

Play with the soft orange kitty down the street.

She’s not so scary, after all.

Zoomies around the house when we get home.

And a tasty bison bone to chew on.

 

A soft, fuzzy bed on the couch.

Some more zoomies.

Some rolling around on my back on the carpet.

I am getting so sleepy.

And would you believe it, I get to fall asleep in their bed deep under the covers!

 

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

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