6/18/13 On Summer

Summer is almost here, and we have already settled down into our hot-weather routine.  This is fine by me as I love routine and don’t like disruption.  It brings on an anxiety attack!  I like my humans in their places, where they’re supposed to be, when they’re supposed to be there, doing what they normally do. 

My Summer day usually starts around 7:00 a.m.  Mom and I get up first.  Mom lets me out, wakes up Coffee Maker (another growly appliance), feeds the goldfish, feeds me, and then I go out again.  Mondays are busier as there is the milk, the dry cleaning, and the trash to deal with, too.

When I feel it is time, I go wake up Jamie by sticking my nose in his ear, then giving his face a good washing.  Dad wakes up by Alarm Clock.  I do not like to be around when Alarm Clock starts screaming.  He hurts my ears.

Eventually, everyone trickles down for breakfast, and someone fetches the newspaper.  Mom makes breakfast, and I take my place on the mat by the kitchen sink, near the stove.  This is my spot during all meal preparation.  It is almost as good as the middle of the kitchen floor.  Mom hasn’t spilled anything hot on me yet, and even though she is always telling me that I am in the way, the chances of her tripping and dropping food are very good.  So it’s a choice place to be.

I like this Summertime Living much better than the constant scrambling around when Jamie is in school.  I’m hardly ever in the crate.  It’s light outside longer, even I can tell that.  And, the humans are spending a lot more time with me!  Last night, they were out until 11:00 p.m. Human Standard Time, having a “bonfire” and a “Tiki Torch Party” in the pool with Erik and Jenny.  Except for Dad.  He came home from work a little early for the party, and then refused to get wet.

I secretly think that Dad is part cat.  He hates the water and, as a matter of fact, hates getting any part of himself wet at all!  Dad tells Mom, “You can drown in 1 teaspoon of water!” and this is an argument that Mom cannot seem to win.  Anyway, Dad stayed dry and played Fetch the Stick with me until the bonfire, which was good, because by that time I was ready to collapse completely.  By the time I crawled onto my dog bed I was groaning out loud and whimpering, I was so tired, and I couldn’t even wag my tail a bit!  I conked out in about two seconds flat and slept all night.

Hooray for Summertime!  I hope we have another nighttime party, soon!

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