Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two

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Simple Life of a Dog

When I get up in the morning, normally Blink is either asleep at the foot of the bed, or he's still in his crate. He cracks an eye and looks at me while I shuffle to the bathroom, check email, perform the morning ablutions and all the usual early ritual. But when I go into the closet and get dressed, he gets up and does a little chatarunga. When I pull on my socks he senses it's just about time to get out that door, and he gets excited, lunging around and nipping at my feet.

But the real joy happens when he sees me put on my shoes and goes and stands by the door, tail furiously wagging, ears flat back in excited anticipation. When I go into the vestibule with him and look at him, his tail goes into an even more excited wiggle, vibrating the whole back of his body back and forth. And then, joy of joys, when I touch that leash - he goes berserk. He stands up on his hind legs and paws at me, the air, a chair, the leash, anything in reach! He growls and yips, and then settles down so I can fit the leash to his collar. Only one thing - he's still wagging his tail furiously, and that sometimes lifts his butt right up off the ground, regardless of whether I've got the leash on him or not. But once he's up ,it's time to go out! So he heads for the door! And then wonders why I'm not with him! So he looks at me, plaintivly! But I'm still holding the leash! Ah! What the heck?!

Eventually I get the leash on him, and we go out. What follows is an entirely ordinary walk, usually me a bit groggy and having to constantly adjust to get him back to walking alongside me rather than pulling. Nothing magical, just a little walkies. But oh, that moment of anticipation is better than any kid on Christmas morning, better than a young lover pacing outside his paramour's door, better than...bacon sandwiches!

And speaking of bacon sandwiches, the other greatest moment in the history of the universe that Blink experiences every day is getting a snack. Oh the joy! Oh the unadulterated pleasure! Just the word "snack" makes his ears stand up straight as a semaphore flag, and his tail oscillate in such frantic waggles it threatens to just lift off in helicopteric frenzy. (that's totally a word!)

I wish I could experience the simple, zen pleasure of being the Blink.

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