Hello there, its December 8 and Day 8 of the Third Annual 31 Day Blog Writing Challenge. This amazing event is being hosted by Cheryl Sleboda right here. The list is growing every day, and is up to about 1.5 gazillion bloggers who want to show they are motivated to DO THIS and are posting like mad to prove it. I am thrilled to share my blogging journey and determined to do my best to beat the odds and post something (anything) every day in December. Oh yeah, if you are an Instagram junkie, you can find lots of bloggers taking on the challenge at #31dayblogchallenge or #2017blogwriting challenge.
According to the list of topics I posted on the 2nd day, this is the post where I am planning to explain why, on some days, I think it would be great to be a poodle. Did I mention that hubby and I share our home with two of these crazy creatures and we have come to the conclusion that whoever coined the phrase “Its a dog’s life” probably was owned by one or more poodles.
I think the best way to explain why it would be great to be a poodle is to post a bullet list of the way our two boys spend the day.
- 12:05 a.m. and therefore time to jump up on the bed and curl up in the warm spot between the humans. (Note, the female human is warmer to cuddle up with, but the male human is less likely to crawl over me at 3:30 to get out of bed to go pee).
- 6:00 a.m. and I’m starting to get hungry, perhaps I’ll lick the human’s ears and eyes a few times to see if they taste good. Yum both are tasting especially good today.
- 7:00 a.m. and FINALLY the female human is getting up. Half the day is over, why do they sleep in until the sun comes up?
- 7:05 a.m. and breakfast is STILL not in the bowl. What the heck is the hold up. Food, Food, Food, I need to eat. Yay here it comes.
- 7:06 a.m. and I decided not to eat because I’d rather chase the cat.
- 7:10 a.m. and I’m sitting outside in the cold because apparently its my fault that the cat jumped up on the counter and knocked a glass onto the floor. Jeez Louise.
- 7:30 a.m. and I am outside playing with my brother dog and barking like mad at the invisible squirrel. My brother is over there under the apple tree digging a biggggg hole.
- 7:50 a.m. and I’m helping my brother dog to dig the hole. We gotta make sure its big enough to corral a racoon before the male human opens the back door to yell at us to STOP DIGGING HOLES in the backyard. Golly he looks cold standing there in his bathrobe.
- 8:30 a.m. and first breakfast is over. Waiting until its time to share second breakfast with the humans.
- 9:00 a.m. and OMG OMG OMG, they are putting on their coats and shoes. WE ARE GOING OUTSIDE FOR A WALK. I’M SO EXCITED. HOLY COW HOLY COW HOLY COW CAN YOU BELIEVE I’M GOING FOR A WALK. WE ARE THE LUCKIEST DOGS IN THE WORLD. YESSIREE WE ARE GOING FOR A WALK.
- 10:00 a.m. and I’m just totally exhausted from the walk. The humans say it was 4.5 km, but I know brother dog and I logged at least 12 km. There were tons of great things to smell, roll on and chase in the woods, and a couple really nasty looking puddles. There is nothing like a good drink of puddle water, unless its toilet water (for which I always get in big trouble, just saying). Did I mention that brother dog walked into the creek up to his neck and is wet wet wet. He’s planning a long nap on the sofa.
- 12:00 Noon and I’m going to get up in a few minutes and do some stretching exercises. Then I think its probably time to go see whats new in the litter box. Who knows what the cat buried in there this morning while I was sleeping.
- 12:30 p.m. Looking for some affection and cannot understand why the female human doesn’t want me to kiss her. She’s saying something ridiculous about litter box breath.
- 1:00 p.m. Lunch time – well human lunch time, which means there will be something great for me.
- 1:05 p.m. Dang, outside again. Apparently I’m not supposed to stand up at the kitchen island and help the humans by eating most of an egg salad sandwich and 3 olives. Hey I left the dill pickles on the plate didn’t I.
- 1:10 p.m. Think I’ll follow the male human around. He’s carrying something called a pooper scooper and a bucket. OMG he’s starting a poop collection. I’ll give him a donation. Brother dog will do the same. Oh dear, I think he may have stepped on it.
- 2:00 p.m. back inside and time to curl up with the humans and watch CNN on the talking box. They spend way too much time watching something they call Trump World or “God that man is such a Jackpot”. I find it kinda boring, so maybe I’ll take another nap.
- 5:00 p.m. Holy cow where did the afternoon go. Thank goodness someone is thinking about making dinner for me and brother dog.
- 5:10 p.m. First dinner is over and now I’m lurking in the kitchen in case anything drops onto the floor when the humans are preparing their meal. I’m DEFINITELY NOT going to stand up at the counter again.
- 5:15 p.m. Dang, outside in the cold again. I’m in big big trouble. Something about chicken breasts being for the human’s supper. I couldn’t help myself it smelled delicious. The humans food tastes way better than the dog food in my bowl.
- 5: 17 p.m. I’m still outside and now I’m looking through the window watching brother dog get snacks from the table. Life is so not fair.
- 6:17 p.m. Watching the news with the humans.
- 7:30 p.m. Humans are flicking through the channels and stopped at Animal Planet. There was a show on about dogs who earned their living being service dogs. Humans laughing at the idea that I could do that.
- 7:35 p.m. My feelings are hurt, so I am considering doing something really terrible in the front hall closet if I can get the cat to open the door for me.
- 8:30 p.m. Finally back in the house again. Jeez, I cannot get away with anything. I didn’t make that mess, I’m pretty sure the cat did it.
- 9:30 p.m. Decided to massacre one of my toys to get the darn squeaker out. Wow that squeaker IS annoying.
- 9:50 p.m. Watching the male human pick up all the fluffy bits that came out of my toy.
- 10:00 p.m. Decided to chase the cat one more time before bed. How was I to know that he would dig his claws into the male human who was snoozing in front of the TV and make him wake up hollering.
- 10:05: Back outside again. Sigh.
- 10:30 p.m. Time for bed. Think I’ll sleep on my own doggy bed tonight.
- 12:05 a.m. Think its probably warmer up there on the human bed.
- 12:06 a.m. Yup it is. Good night all
So that is basically what goes on with our poodles Tigg and Theo every single day. Needless to say we love them and try to accommodate their every need because at the end of the day, there is nothing nicer than curling up with a big black dog, who loves you wholeheartedly and would lay down his life in an instant if he thought you were going to be eaten by an invisible squirrel.
Do you have a pet. Do you ever wonder how you managed to survive without their company. Here are a few photos of our boys, Tigg and Theo. You should share pictures of your furry folks in the comments. We’d all love to see them.