My mom called me Sunday night in a fluster. “I can’t talk, but turn on channel 2…you’ll want to see this skateboarding bulldog!” Then, she pretty much hung up on me.
Being in different locations and networks, I located “Dogs in the City” and tuned in. There was this adorable, all too appropriately named bulldog, Beefy. And Beefy had separation anxiety when it came to his owner and daddy. Sounds familiar.
I know dogs are like humans and they get into their little routines.
My morning starts off by stumbling down the stairs, turning on the espresso machine, and walking over to Lily’s bed to give her pets and tell her, “Good morning, Lily!” Yes, I say it out loud. She gets up, wiggles her butt (well, she kind of wiggles everything), and stretches. She usually eats breakfast, but sometimes, believe it or not, she’ll go on a hunger strike and give up food completely… sometimes for days on end. This may or may not have to do with the amount of table scraps she receives…ahem. Anyways.
I make my morning latte and Lily gets some peanut butter to lick out of her bone. It is fair to say that these are our morning vices. I try to get my blog post up and start plowing through emails. She generally has her bone licked clean within minutes and I am down to one hand typing, and one hand giving her a full body rub-down.
It’s a rough life being a bulldog, let me tell you.
I get ready for work and Lily usually settles in for nap #1 of the day. She generally gets up to beg me to go to daycare, even though she knows she’s only likely to go mid-week. I tell her if it’s going to be a short day (i.e. I’m teaching), or if it’ll be a long day (I’m at my unit) and I tell her, out loud, “Have a good day, pretty girl…see you later!”
When I get home from work, she’s waiting for me at the back door. I put down my stuff and we go out to get the mail. Often times, our neighbor is out and she kisses every square inch of his face and he loves it. She loves it. Sometimes they wrestle. It’s pretty darn cute. I not-so-secretly hope our new neighbors love her just as much.
If the weather is nice, we either play soccer in the backyard or go for a walk. Usually soccer since Lily doesn’t like to walk unless Mr. Prevention tags along. After I wear her out a bit, I either workout or start dinner. During dinner-making, she is usually sitting in my very small kitchen with one leg straight out in front of her. We call this the “chicken leg”, sitting like a “Buddah”, or her “ninja kick”. It’s very cute, but very inconvenient. If I’m making chicken or salmon for dinner, she begs all the more, staring me down with every move I make.
When I photograph meals, she’s always…in…the…way. It’s food. Generally on the floor. And while she sometimes gets close, she never partakes. I can leave a whole chicken on the floor and head upstairs to grab a prop or something for my “photoshoot” and she will leave the food alone if she’s told to. She’s very well-behaved…but often ends up in my shots. At least a foot or whisker or something.
During dinner, she’s good about not begging. Perhaps she knows I’m good for a few scraps? I’m such a softie.
Night time is time for cuddles. She actually understands that the word “cuddles” means she and I on the floor together with a blanket. By 8:30pm she’s generally toast for the day and she settles in for the night. I can generally peel away from her after that time to get some photo editing or grading accomplished. Or to maybe sit on the sofa where humans belong.
We head up for bed around 10pm and by this time, she’s generally snoring up a storm. If she hasn’t been out to the bathroom in awhile, it’s a good 5 minute ordeal to get her up and out. Mr. Prevention and I actually try to beat one another to bed so we don’t get stuck with Lily’s shenanigans. She’s like a stubborn teenager on a Monday morning by this point in the day, especially if it’s a day she’s been at daycare.
Yes, she’s spoiled. Really spoiled. And humanized. I’m okay with all of this.
But the thing I love and adore about dogs is that no matter what kind of a day I’ve had, she makes it so much brighter. Plus, Lily is really, really smart and even though she doesn’t talk back, I truly believe she understands most everything I say to her.
She’s a great traveler and very good with children and other dogs. She doesn’t have a mean streak in her body. Our realtor actually came to take photos for our listing while we were at work and never having had anyone come in the house without us home before, I was curious to see how Lily reacted. According to our realtor, Lily carried a “baby” (i.e. a toy) from room-to-room helping to give her the grand tour of the house. When she needed a picture of a room and Lily out of the way, she’d throw the toy the opposite direction for Lily to fetch. It was very cute to hear 🙂
Food blogging and living life with a Lily dog!