Some mornings when I get up, I’m pretty tired. Abi still continues to wake me up every few hours to go out. I put down a pee pad for her. Sometimes she’ll use it; sometimes she won’t. She’s not a very predictable dog.
Abi kind of runs things around here. She tells us when to go back to the bedroom in the early evening. She tells us (Charlie and I) when to get up.
If I don’t get up when she wants me to, she puts her head really close to mine and just stares at me. After awhile she will whine till I open my eyes and talk to her.
When I put their canned food out around noon, she often stands and stares at me and whines if it isn’t laid out just so. So I’ll take a spoon and move it around and see if that satisfies her. Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn’t. So I will keep moving it around and cutting it up differently till she will eat it.
I ask myself how I got in the position where a ten pound dog is running my life. I suppose she’s just more stubborn than I am and manages to wears me down.
On the other hand, Charlie is a pretty easy going boy. He does tend to want out a lot. And he barks more than he did when he was younger. Sometimes I wonder if this is a bit of dementia. They will both be 12 come fall.
Abi is not really a barker. Unless she thinks I’m about to go some place. Then she barks like crazy.
She also has little games she plays with me, whether I want to participate or not. At night she often won’t get in bed with Charlie and me after the lights are out. She will remain on the floor, making all kinds of weird noises.
I will finally say: “Where’s my girl? Where’s Abi?” in this high-pitched singsong voice she likes. She will reply with her funny sounds. When she stops, I’m supposed to say it again. And again. We go back and forth until she tires of the game and jumps up on the bed with us.
It’s been overcast this weekend. I guess since the ground hog saw his shadow, we’re going to have six more weeks of winter.
I’m already over winter. Tired of gray days.
But then I don’t make the rules.