Life as creatures of habit.
Mark and I are creatures of habit. We don’t have busy social lives, party every week or have any kind of an entertainment budget – and we like it that way.
I didn’t realize that we had become so predictable that our dogs lived by our routine, by which we’re usually in bed by 11 pm at the latest, until two days ago.
Mark goes to late night recreational hockey with Stuart. It starts at 11 pm, and he gets home about 1 am. Usually, he returns home to find me and the dogs already in bed sleeping. Not so on this night, as I actually managed to stay up until he got in.
We decided to relax together with a glass of wine and watch a TV show.
It couldn’t have been more than five minutes into the program when Oliver ran over to the opening into the TV room and stood there staring at us. Once he realized he’d caught our attention, he snapped into what is usually his “I want to play” position with bum in the air, front paws laid out flat in front and his head laying on his front paws. Almost immediately he started grumbling constantly, only stopping long enough to let out a quick ‘Woof’, and then started right up again.
Very soon after, Frankie ran over and joined him at the room’s entrance and started whimpering at us.
We quickly finished our glasses of wine and as soon as we got up, the dogs took off running for our bedroom, whimpering and grumbling at the door.
I guess they figured that this worked so well, they’d try again last night. At about 11 pm, we were just talking about going to bed when both dogs again appeared at the TV room entrance and began their antics once again. And again, as soon as we got up, they took off toward our bedroom, standing at the closed door whimpering (Frankie) and grumbling (Oliver).
Just who owns who in this mix?