Welcome to a world ruled by (originally) 2 lovable and at times (sigh) exasperating basset hounds (now just 1 precious princess)! There is never a day that goes by without an "educational" experience for all to, um, learn from. And if asked if given a second chance to decide whether or not to be owned by a basset hound the answer is simple: YES!
Saturday, March 26, 2005
They can tell time, I swear it!
I am completely convinced that my bassets can tell time. Every morning at 3 AM (yes, 3 AM!!) my oldest comes upstairs and insists upon being let outside. And that, of course, get the young one up and moving too. So, downstairs we all go. And within 5-10 minutes--it depends upon whether there are any bunnies in the yard--everyone is back in the house and asleep. At 4:30 AM it starts all over again. Only this time it has to do with breakfast! This is a particularly rougher moment each day in that I'm cranky from being woken up twice. My mood makes the old boy more insistant (insistant=loud and whiny) and he puts his front paws on the edge of the bed and nudges me with his snout. As soon as I open my eyes he turns his head toward the clock, whines and then nudges me again as if to say, "It's 4:30, see?? Get up already 'cause I'm hungry."
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When he tells time at my house and it is 3:00 a.m., he starts the ritual. That's when I "see" time and take the shoe that has been placed near the bed for this purpose and land it very near his head.
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