Have you ever noticed how your pets know your routines as well as you do? I began to notice how it seemed my dog Bowie could read my mind. For example, he would trot to the destination I was heading before I’d get off the couch. I am of course not claiming my dog is telepathic, I am proving I am just that predictable. Sit pretty + offer a paw = praise, Oh, but it goes so much deeper than that.
I wake up each morning with the same happy greeting of a cold wet nose in the eye and my husband’s report on the weather. I thank my dog Bowie for his enthusiasm for the morning’s arrival with a neck scratch. He follows me to the bathroom and reluctantly complies when I ask him to wait outside the door. I hear him sigh and lay down. He pushes his nose under the door and sniffs nervously as if I had suddenly disappeared down a rabbit hole never to return.
When I open the door (cue the music), he frantically wags his tail in a circular motion. I imagine him saying, “I tried to save you from the shower but I don’t have thumbs!” He then sits at my feet as I brush my teeth. He groans with an increasing volume moving his muzzle closer to my face demanding his teeth get brushed. I get out his toothbrush and toothpaste and brush a bit on both sides of his mouth.
Directly after his undivided attention, disguised as a dental exam, he runs to his dish and stomps his feet. He is right I normally give him his breakfast about then every morning. As he dines on his food, I get ready for work.
His anxiety builds when I start to get my shoes on; he runs to the door wagging “Can I come today Mom!” I tell him “Sorry Bud, not today” his ears slide down, his head drops, and he slowly mopes to his bed. He faces the wall and lets out a great big sigh. Guilt stricken I get his cat Yula and place her on his bed with him. As I walk down the hallway, he gets off his bed to see if I will change my mind with Yula following behind him. I laugh and remind him I come back every day and Dad is still home. He then runs to the bedroom, Yula still behind him, to find my husband.
As I commute to work, I realize his morning routine must be as important to him as mine is. But is it the same when I get home? Am I that boring? Or is it something else? …