Morning
Yawn. Stretch. Look around. Listen carefully. Sniff the air. Sniff the door. No one is home.
Pad over to the water bowl. Sniff the rim. Smells okay. Drink deeply.
Begin home inspection.
Purposeful stride to the window in the kitchen. Look left. Look right. No issues there.
Circle and inhale the counter edges. Detect faint order of chicken. Levitate to the sink. Lick the drainer thoroughly.
Nudge the door of the garbage cabinet. Darn. Still won’t open. Lick the handle. Unproductive.
Move to the oven. Bingo! Discern traces of onion, garlic and a smidge of spaghetti sauce. Settle in for a meticulous cleansing by tongue.
Check out th
e view from the sliding doors. Look up and spot a squirrel at the bird feeder. Protest loudly.
Continue at increasing intensity until the intruder darts away. Wait to ensure it doesn’t make an ill-considered u-turn.
Pace, hair on end. Distribute nose prints liberally on the glass.
Notice a jogger down the street. Low growl to warn, then escalate to full throttle as he passes by.
Continue barking in case others dare to approach. None appear. Good work.
In the living room, clamber onto the couch, turn two circles, flop down with a sigh.
Immediately, stand and leap to the ottoman, then to the front window. Where’s that guy that appears every day and touches the house? Not here yet.
Saunter down to the bathroom. Root through the garbage pail. Pay dirt!
Extract a used Q-tip. Chew thoughtfully on it. Drop the resistant crumbs in the hallway. Swallow the rest.
Back to the living room couch. Rest fitfully.
Maintain alert demeanor, eyes slitted, ears rotating to the slightest hint of the mailman’s approach.
What does YOUR dog do when you’re not home?
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