Where is my dinner? It should have been served nearly 15 minutes ago! I have been on my downstairs bed waiting patiently for your call, "Come and get it, Moses!" and what do I discover? It isn't ready! Instead, you are sautéing fish for that Short-person, who twists my ears thinking I like that. Can't he just scratch my head like the others? Now, where is my dinner?
Nope. He was not the least bit interested that I was busily fixing The Short-person's evening repast. Just another one of My 24/7 Duties. For The Dog, priorities are priorities and his ALWAYS must take precedence! Dinner is at 6PM.
Yep. The Dog is a clock with an alarm set for the following hours...
9AM... Time to go out for W-a-l-k Numero Uno...
10AM... A Treat followed immediately by Breakfast. Then, a nap...
Noon... A Treat and, if it isn't over 80+ degrees outside, W-a-l-k Numero Due. Then, a nap...
4PM... W-a-l-k Numero Tre', unless it is over 80+ degrees. Then, he'll take a Treat and wait until 5Pm for the W-a-l-k...
6PM... Dinner...
9PM... A very short W-a-l-k Numero Quattro, longer, but not too long, if the outside temp is not over 80+ degrees. Then, it's Beddy-bye Time.
At 9:01Pm, I am all done in. But then, there's The Short-person to attend to. Gads.
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