Routines
Melky and me are usually up and out of bed by 6:30 or so.
On Friday night I mentioned to Kathy that I planned on sleeping in.
“What’s sleeping in?” She asked.
“At least 7:00. I might even lay there until 8:00.”
“Never happen,” she said. “You’re too routine.”
But it happened!
I didn’t open my eyes until 7:08 and I grabbed the phone and started reading. Wasn’t gonna’ move until 8:00. I forgot to tell Melky about the plan. She cried.
“Ah man.”
Let me tell you, this dog is amazing. She’ll be 14 years old in about a month. She jumped from the bed and together we made the trip to the back door. She handled the 24 steps and I opened the door just in time.
This is when it got really weird.
We went back to bed. I stayed in until 8:00.
The routine was screwed up in Melky’s mind. Usually, after she goes out, she goes for a ride. This time, they (Paris joined her) were forced to sit with me as I drank coffee.
Melky cried the entire time.
So much so that I had to cut coffee time short, take them to the store to pick up the paper.
“How’d the sleeping go?” Kathy asked.
“Melky was a mess.”
“You created that.”
And I suppose I did.
After the car ride Melky had her bones, took a long nap, but stirred right at dinner time, and was crying about going back to bed at 9 pm, which is the usual going up time on weekdays.
“It’s Saturday!” I tried. “We get to stay up.”
She just kept crying.
“Your girlfriend has had enough.”
So, that was that.
I’m taking a week off to try and rest up.
Probably won’t be sleeping in.
On Friday night I mentioned to Kathy that I planned on sleeping in.
“What’s sleeping in?” She asked.
“At least 7:00. I might even lay there until 8:00.”
“Never happen,” she said. “You’re too routine.”
But it happened!
I didn’t open my eyes until 7:08 and I grabbed the phone and started reading. Wasn’t gonna’ move until 8:00. I forgot to tell Melky about the plan. She cried.
“Ah man.”
Let me tell you, this dog is amazing. She’ll be 14 years old in about a month. She jumped from the bed and together we made the trip to the back door. She handled the 24 steps and I opened the door just in time.
This is when it got really weird.
We went back to bed. I stayed in until 8:00.
The routine was screwed up in Melky’s mind. Usually, after she goes out, she goes for a ride. This time, they (Paris joined her) were forced to sit with me as I drank coffee.
Melky cried the entire time.
So much so that I had to cut coffee time short, take them to the store to pick up the paper.
“How’d the sleeping go?” Kathy asked.
“Melky was a mess.”
“You created that.”
And I suppose I did.
After the car ride Melky had her bones, took a long nap, but stirred right at dinner time, and was crying about going back to bed at 9 pm, which is the usual going up time on weekdays.
“It’s Saturday!” I tried. “We get to stay up.”
She just kept crying.
“Your girlfriend has had enough.”
So, that was that.
I’m taking a week off to try and rest up.
Probably won’t be sleeping in.
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