The morning sun was streaming through the blinds. I was curled up under the comforter, hugging my pillow. The wife up earlier than me, as she usually is, opened the bedroom door and in skipped Peanut, my canine "man's best friend." She leaped across the room and jumped on the bed. One of my doggie commands I've managed to master with her is the command "Curl!" which means to curl up next to me in bed, which she did. I tucked her under the covers, and she nestled next to me, her head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
I was in the middle of eating my sunny side up eggs, mackerel fish, and oatmeal breakfast (cue my recent blog post about renewing my lower carb diet: here), when I heard a high pitched yelp from the living room. It wasn't our mild mannered, quiet Japanese Spitz named Snowy. Of course it was Peanut, saying "Hey, when are we going for a walk?"
Morning walks have become a habit the last month or two, and that usually involves Peanut, and sometimes Snowy if I'm up to two dogs pulling me like a human dog sled through the neighborhood. "Bobo, Peanut, Bobo!" I called out. That's another command for the dogs, but one that doesn't always work, which means to me, and hopefully by now the dogs, "No bark! No bark!"
This morning both Peanut and Snowy enjoyed the walk. It did help the wife joined in, with Snowy on her leash. By the way, if you're a regular reader and forgot, Peanut is a Dachshund.
If you know Dachshunds, they have a particular set of behaviors specific to this species. They love to dig their noses in the dirt, they can use said long nose to unfold any blanket and wrap it around themselves. And they are hyper. Peanut is hyper, especially when it comes to any opportunity to go outside.
So it was this evening going out to water the garden. Yes, still keeping up my renewed hobby I talked about here. A little, tolerable bark reminded me to take you-know-who outside. One thing I have to always watch our for about Peanut, when we go outside, is her untethered compulsion to squeeze through the side gate of our front fence and head towards the nearest stray cat or dog (which we get a few of on our street).
Peanut's been doing this.
Right now as I write this, its just past 9pm, and I'm sitting in my proverbial Okie Armchair, glancing to my right across the room. Peanut is curled up under her blue blanket, with her head set on part of the blanket puffed up like a pillow. She looks tired, a good tired, because today she spent a lot of time outside!