The love of a dog

This is not a sad story... trust me...

Good Morning!

Firstly I want to re-assure you that I’m not about to ‘Marley & Me’ you. #IYKYK.

Our dog is fine. He’s good in fact.

His name is Lucky.

Something happened over the summer break where he now has 100% control over me.

As I mostly work from home, this is a typical day.

Between 7-7:15am he wakes up… from the position of his head next to my pillow. To clarify, it’s mostly his arse that is pointed in my direction.

His method of waking up is to tap me with his paw. This means both ‘I need to go outside for a pee’ and ‘it’s breakfast time’.

Breakfast consists of dry kibble, but now there has to be a treat(a “yummy”) mixed in with the kibble. Once the kibble has been eaten, another yummy is demanded.

Morning is quiet. Asleep on the couch. Will occasionally come in to the office to say hello.

4pm… and I mean exactly 4pm… I get a tap on the office door for dinner. Either he’s swallowed an Apple Watch or he can tell the time on the clock on the wall.

Dinner is not meant to be served this early (don’t tell Mum) but the chopped up loaf of something and tapioca (can’t remember, plus never tried it). Again with a yummy upon completion.

I then get a break until about an hour after we’ve eaten our dinner and then he decides to get up from the back of the lounge cushion and go and tap on the back sliding door.

Now, this would traditionally mean it’s time to go out for a pee again but by the time I get to the door he runs away from it. This repeats two or three times depending on my level of tolerance. It’s like cat and mouse but it’s actually dog and owner.

This tap doesn’t mean go out. This tap at this time of day means it’s time for a walk.

We take the 450m journey over to the beach. Sit on a park bench and watch the sunset - if the time is right - and then return home.

Oh I forgot. On the way there or the way back a poo is evacuated. Not me! And it’s always on the same patch of lawn which I promptly collect and bin.

So yes, I’m fully under control of Lucky.

Why am I telling you all this today?

Well, someone else lost their dear dog. Someone famous, with a famous dog. Click this link but only if you’re feeling okay about dogs.

After I read it, I looked down at Lucky (surprisingly not wanting something at the moment) and I think… Lucky me.

See you later in the week.

Wade

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