Monday, November 5, 2007

Do not disturb

What's my day like? I get up. Boy lets me out. Boy feeds me. Mom gets up and I hang out in the kitchen to help her make school lunches. If I'm lucky, she drops a pretzel or two. I ask to go out again. I come in and lay down. I catch afew z-z-z-z-z-zs. If I hear someone in the kitchen, I come running. They might need me to clean up the floor if they drop something. Sometimes I walk the kids to school. Other times I don't. Sometimes I go to Joey's house (a german shorthair pointer). Other times I don't. I catch more z-z-z-z-z-zs. My people come home. I hang out in the kitchen while mom makes dinner. I sit by my dish and try to look pathetic. I eat. I catch some z-z-z-z-z-zs. During my family's dinner I sit just outside the room. I'm not allowed in. Something about it not being polite to put my nose on the table while they're eating. When the scriptures are being read, I always perk up my ears because I love God's word. (and I know it's almost time for me to come in and clean up the floor) I come in. Scope out the floor for dropped food. Then I catch more z-z-z-z-zs. Sometimes Mom takes me for a walk. I catch more z-z-z-z-z-z-zs. I go out and come in. I get a couple of treats and then go to bed.
Life is good.