My dog is not on Spring Break. I learned that this morning.
I wanted to sleep in. We had friends over last night, and it was the first day of spring break.
I love my dog; I do. She is brilliant and loving towards all people, but I did not love her this morning.
We weren’t up too late. Maybe 11 PM after we cleaned up, and I walked her one last time. I always think if I walk her late, she will sleep in. I usually walk her at 8:30, and she is up by 6:30 AM. I was hoping some of that two and a half hours would transfer to the morning, and we could sleep in.
I think she has OCD. I don’t mean to make light of this condition, but she likes things her way. She wants to walk before she eats. She will leave her food if I give it before the walk. She likes to sleep in her bed for half the night and sneak into ours. She likes to get up early.
Nudge; it’s 6:15. Time to get up! Time to take me out so I can eat.
Doesn’t she know spring break started? Please get back in your bed and leave us alone. I just walked you 6 hours ago.
I don’t care. The clock says 6—time for you to take me out.
I am losing this battle. How about a compromise? I will take you out at 7. Just lay in your bed until seven, and we will go out then.
I hope you will agree to 8 by the end of the week.