My Days..These Days

  My days, these days, are directed by this 4 month old Labrador puppy.  Starting at 6 a.m.  Yes, that is when this primadonna stands over me in the bed and wakes me up to begin our day.  Oh, yeah, but only after she gets my husband up at 3 a.m. to go out, afterwards returning to our bedroom and bugging me until I pick her up and put her in the bed with us.  She has, however, learned that if she wants to stay in the bed, she must sleep at the foot of the bed.

OK, on with the day.  We (meaning me and the 4 dogs), trample downstairs and I proceed to dole out dog treats.  The yorkie gets 2 and the retrievers each get 4.  This is based on the fact that the retrievers can eat 4 in the time the yorkie can eat 2 so it all comes out in the wash. 

After all of that, the morning routine begins.  This is not a pleasant routine mind you.  While I'm trying to enjoy my coffee and updating the blog, I am constantly having to get up and let the dogs in...let the dogs out....let the dogs in....let the dogs out.  All of this is due to Kelli's psycho morning behavior of running through the house and picking play fights with the other dogs.  By 8:30 a.m. she has collapsed and I manage to be able to go to the gym to swim for an hour. 

Between the time I get home and about 1:00 p.m. she is pretty self sufficient.  Meaning that she mosies around the house and naps here and there.  At 1:00 sharp, she is by my side with her paw on my leg.  It is serious nap time.  No, I'm not kidding.  We go upstairs and I have to put her on the bed and we take a nap.  Usually I read but if I do happen to fall asleep, she is there to wake me at precisly 3:00 p.m. in the same manner she wakes me in the morning, standing over top of me.  I'm really not making this up.  Ask Chris, I disappear from the blog world between 1 and 3.

Between 3 and 5 p.m. we are back to the routine of letting the dogs in....letting the dogs out...letting the dogs in...letting the dogs out.  Again, due to Kelli's psycho behavior.  Precisly at 5:00 p.m. she is sitting at the garage door waiting for dinner.  After dinner, more phycho running around.  At this time in the evening, she chooses to stay outside to play and run the fence with the neighbor's dog. 

At 8 p.m. she is on th sofa to watch the O'Reilly Factor.  Yes she watches O"Reilly with me.  (she also likes to watch the Colonel on Sunday mornings but, shh, don't tell him). She continues to nap until exactly 10 p.m.  That is when she is back by my side, with her paw on my leg, barking at me to tell me it's time to go to bed.  It's even gotten so bad that if I don't have the light out by 11, she is giving me the eye.

Then we start all over.

Now, I know what you're thinking..and don't say it.  My mother says it all the time.  I'm nuts.  Well maybe I am.  But I gotta tell ya', I didn't have my kids on a schedule this good when they were little.  But then I don't have Kelli on a schedule...she has me on one. 

Hmmm....

Lisa