A day in the Life
Most days are pretty quiet here in my forever home with my Momma and my Daddyman. When Daddyman’s alarm goes off it’s time for me to jump out of bed and give him kisses to get him moving. Once Daddyman is moving I give Momma some kisses and tell her it’s time for my morning walk and brekkie (breakfast for those of you that don’t speak hound). After I eat my brekkie all gone Daddyman goes to his work job and I find a spot on the couch for my morning nap.
After a good nap it’s time for my afternoon walks and chase the EVIL kitty down to the basement where he will not swat at my tail for doing my zoomies in the living room. I throw the slipper I stole from Momma all around and even play with my brother Rock when the grumpy old guy will chase me. After all that work it’s time for another nap another walk and then Momma gets the treats out.
Treats? Yep. She asks me to do all sorts of things like Sit, and when my backside almost touches the floor I get a treat. This my exercising regimen. (I say almost.. have you ever seen my thighs? It just wont let my backside actually hit ground.)
This is Really Hard for a Houndie of my Stature
Sometimes we work on trickier things like “Wait” which means that when Momma puts her shoes on don’t jump on her. I used to get all jumpy when her shoes went on her feet because that means I’m going for a walk.. and those can sometimes be scary. Sometimes I remember to wait, othertimes I forget and get all happy. Momma says I bounce like a bunny.
After we do our exercising its time for an afternoon stroll. I get to sniff and leave pee mail for the dogs in the neighborhood. Then its time for, you guessed it, another nap until Daddyman gets home from his work job.
When Daddyman gets home I’m allowed to bunny hop and wrestle with him after he says hello to Momma. He should be sayin Hello to ME first. I suppose I can allow him to say hi to Momma first, after all, he wrestles with me and loves on me most of the rest of the night.
We settle in and watch some TV, go for another walk and go to bed. Tomorrow I will tell some of the adventures I had when I was a jail hound!
Wags,
Nike the Paroled Jail Hound
