Ian's Messy Desk

The Life of Riley

3:47 am: Ian and Glenda are both sound asleep. Good, it’s time to wake them up to let me out for a pee.

3:51 am: Glenda’s still waiting by the door in her nightshirt. It’s time to go in, but these rabbit tracks in the cold snow smell pretty interesting. I’m sure she won’t mind waiting a few more minutes.

3:54 am: Okay, they’re back asleep. Now it’s time to nose around and see if they accidently left any food lying around.

6:15 am: Arrrrgh! There’s that stupid bell again. I’m in a deep sleep and that alarm sounds. Oh well, I might as well go stretch out in the hallway in front of the bathroom door and see how many times I can trip up someone.

7:00 am: All right, breakfast time!!! What’s it going be today: bacon, roast beef, ginger cookles? Great, dry kibble again. These people have no imagination. Maybe they will drop something from their breakfast plate.

7:55 am: On go the coats, up goes the gate. They’re off to work. You know they don’t make movies about dogs home alone. Back to bed I go.

12:15 pm: Huh? What’s that? Was that a car door. There’s footsteps on the walk? Ian! Ian’s home! Yah! Someone’s home! I’m so excited! Whoops. Boy, is my bladder full!

12:20 pm: Ian’s making my favourite -cheese sandwiches. Maybe if I dance around his feet he’ll give me some cheese. Oh, my mouth is watering. I’m going to have to shake my head to get rid of this hunk of drool. Wait a minute! Ian’s wearing dress pants. They’re much better at absorbing mucus. Hey! What was that smack for?

12:50 pm: Ian’s gone again. Time for my mid-day nap.

5:30 pm: Everyone’s back home and it’s suppertime. Okay, what genius invented vegetarian cooking?

6:30 pm: Oh boy, my leash! A walk! Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go!!!! Down the path, out on the street, to the corner. Okay, I’m ready to go home.

7:00 pm: Alright, now we’re home, time for my evening nap. Don’t they understand dragging back on the leash? I was worn out long ago. Why do they insist on 30 minutes? I’ll need a long nap to recuperate.

9:00 pm: Here’s the tea pot and, can I believe my nose? Ginger cookies! Here goes. I slip down to the back door and whine a little. Here comes Ian, right on cue. Wait for it. He bends over to pick up the chain. Psych. I quickly slip up the stairs, into the living room and… Nuts! I forgot Glenda was still guarding the cookies. Maybe later, after they’re asleep.

10:30 pm: Bed time, the end of another hard day.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
My master’s bed is soft and deep.
I’ll hog the space down by their feet
And leave my hair all over the sheet.

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Good stuff Ian - definitely one for the short list.

A great story! I really enjoyed the dog's point of view.

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Awesome. :)

Cute!

you're in my top 5. good post.

You made my top 5!