My days typically start with me sleeping on the couch
while it’s still dark outside and the house is quiet. About the same time each day, I hear Dad
stirring, but he is very quiet and not up for very long before leaving on his
adventure for the day. Mom, on the other
hand, is louder and takes much more time.
This is when I usually wake up and move to post guard over the bathroom
while Mom gets ready for her day. You have to watch her. She is what they call “accident prone”. Then I move to the kitchen and wait by the
door looking my cutest, just in case she decides that I can go with her
wherever it is she is going. I usually
get left behind with a pat on the head and a “Love you Bailey, have a good day”
as she walks out the door. As soon as
the door closes, I move to the living room window and look out, making sure she
really is leaving and the coast is clear… then back on the couch I go for the
rest of my day. My favorite sleeping
position is on my back with all four paws in the air and with my head flopped
over the side of the couch. The world
just seems to make much more sense upside down.
This is where I stay for the rest of my day. Several hours later, when I hear the sound of
Mom’s car or Dad’s truck in the driveway, I slowly off the couch with a long
stretch, shake and get myself together and go to the door to greet them as they
walk in. For all they know, I have been
wide alert and on duty all day.
Mom used to be gone all day, every day, but I have been
spending a lot of quality with my Mom lately.
She would get up early and come home late. She was tired and sometimes cranky and
sometimes in a sad mood. On these days,
which seemed to be a lot the last several months, I would have to kick into
high “therapy” mode and do some extra snuggling with her and work harder to
pull all of the stress out of her so she would feel better. I know she loved where she went every day
because she talked about it all the time. "They" (formely known as Mom's employer) was going through a very ruff (just makeing sure your paying attention) time for about a year now. Someone evil did something very bad and it made Mom work extra hard.
I know she sometimes spent her day with kids, because I could smell them
on her. She usually came home in a good
mood on those days. But then something
happened, and I don’t understand what, but now she is home all the time. Every day.
And my quiet oasis has become a loud world with either the tv on or
music playing. All day.
While I love my Mommy, this is putting a kink in my daily
routine of sleeping, sleeping and more sleeping. She simply does not stay still for long. She comes and goes. Just as I think she is
going to stay put for a while and I finally get to takes a nap, she gets up and
moves from here to there. At first I was
following her around the house, just in case there was a magical moment that I
may get to leave the house with her. But
I have realized the last couple of weeks that she is most likely not leaving
the house, instead, is just burning off some energy around the house. So I just watch her from the couch these
days. I have even learned how to do this
with only one eye open. Only if she
reaches for her coat do I lift my head.
Then, if she goes for the bag that she takes everywhere with her, that’s
it, I am up! Where are WE going??? Have
I said how much I love to ride in the car?
That’s paws for now….
Wags, Bailey
