On a holiday morning, it’s something else to drift with time and not actually regain consciousness. There’s an overtly energetic dog waiting for you who thinks otherwise. You try to splash the sleep away by a few frantic attempts at the wash basin and give up. You try to get in the active mood you’re going to find the dog in, but these are the small bubbles we see bursting everyday. You can’t match up to the dog.
So as you drive down to the dog’s crib, you can’t care less about the fiery liquid in your eyes suggesting lack of sleep. All you can think of is the unthinkable ways the dog must have dirtied the place. Irony of living with the dog, you know his method of causing trouble is going to be different and unexpected every time he gets down to it, but cocky as we are, you still try to predict.
It’s rarely that bad though and as you open to door, you see a clean house and a doe-eyed dog caught in two seconds of motionless comprehension almost as if saying “It’s him, It’s really him…”. All that early morning grumpiness takes a backseat as you see the dog doing his version of an adrenalin shot. Almost like a yo-yo cut lose, it’s tough to site him during these initial moments of jubilation. You’re just incapable. The faster you accept it, the better it is. You’re incapable of feeling or expressing love the way this 2.something feet torpedo does.
You trod along for his scheduled excretion expedition as he showers vegetation that seems worthy of his attention. The sun reflects ever so softly over his fur almost making him look like an angelic creature. Almost. Like a ball of wool from heaven, Sparkling caramel for eyes and elf-like ears; is this a dog? You wonder if you’ll ever see a dog like this one. Sure every dog owner feels the same but somewhere, deep within, you know this generalisation is the very reason why people might not be lucky enough to experience the wonder-dog.
