Morning dogs are the best, why did I wait so long to get one?
Oh yeah, mornings used to be only an hour long. It was all showering, dressing and driving so I could walk into my classroom at 7 am to start work-day.
Morning dog is a slothful hound, and that suits me. By the time I hear his clickety foot steps, I’ve had my coffee, stoked the fire, booted the computers, positioned the footstool and settled in on the couch.
For some dog-brained reason, it is Sparky is custom to hop up on the couch and turn right. This comes from my custom to lie down to watch TV in the living room with my head to the left. When Sparky hops up, he is facing me, so we can talk about the show or whatever comes to mind.
When I lie down in the solarium, my feet are to the left. Dogs aren’t good at spacial awareness. That’s why the leash always gets wrapped around trees and table legs. Sparky hops up, turns right, sees my feet, and tries to play it off like that was his intention all along. Morning dog sleeps well laying on my legs.
If the footstool is closer to my head, it gets awkward. Sparky doesn’t have room to lay down, so sits upright and starts making small talk. He is facing the wrong direction and is like three feet away, so he backs up to make it easier to chat over his shoulder. He is eager to tell me what he’s been up to, but his wagging tail is in my face. That makes me laugh. The couch isn’t wide, so Sparky is leaning into me, but my jiggling laugh belly threatens his position on the couch cushion ledge.
Eventually, Sparky tries to turn around, which puts his butt in my face. That indignity is too much for both of us, so Sparky walks toward my feet, lays down for a bit, then turns around and comes back.
So, if you are having a nice morning, get a morning dog and it will be even better.