My dog can tell time. No not by looking at the clock, but by the sound their stomach makes at certain times of the day.
Promptly at 430 am he comes creeping up the side of the bed. First, he huffs hot, Stinky breath on me. Then he sighs heavily. If I still don’t get up, he brings out the paws and digs me out from under the covers.
The cats start a hellicious chorus of meows until I obey their feline will.
They will wake the house if I delay.
So I’m sure they found me quite funny this morning. You see, after the dogs dancing bear routine he sat wiggling by the door for his daily walkies. Except I couldn’t find my keys. I thought I’d put them in the usual spot, ie on the table but they weren’t there. I then thought maybe my hubby had picked them up thinking they were his as he had given me his earlier. So I checked his usual spot
And found his keys.
But not mine.
As the dog was now wrapping himself around my legs and nearly wetting himself from the delay, I decided to take my hubby’s keys. So, I stuck them in my pocket.
And found my pocket.
I’m not sure if I’d already stuck them in my pocket, and blanked it because it was so routine, or if I hadn’t taken them out to begin with.
Guess even human animals are creatures of habit.