Slice of Life Story Day 27 Tail of a Dog
Our little black dog, Boo has no concept of weekends, or sleeping in on Sundays. She understands when its morning and the blanket of the night has been drawn back. She certainly understands the basic concept of dawn. Round about 7.30am each and every morning her patience ebbs away and she begins what basically amounts to harassment.
Boo makes it patently obvious that she wants the people in her life to rouse themselves from slumber and take her for a walk. Walk is the word we dare not whisper. She raises from her bed and begins circling ours. We lie perfectly still in the hope that it will pass for sleeping. The dog is smarter than that. She snorts and snuffles as she completes circuits of the bedroom. Each circuit requires her to travel beneath the bed not an easy thing to do, given its low clearance. Try feigning sleep when a small determined dog is buffeting your bed from beneath. So we succumb and throw on the necessary clothes to meet the uncertain morning air. Boo rounds us both up like we are sheep, pushing, nudging and rushing around us, barely able to contain her excitement.
They say a dog’s tail is directly connected to its heart. Boo is living proof of this. Her tail signals her absolute delight that a walk is imminent. It twitches like a metronome in overdrive. She scampers downstairs to the door and awaits the arrival of the sleepy humans as they grab hats, and money and phones and shoes in readiness for the bracing morning air of this particular Sunday morning.
And so the day begins in earnest; a brisk walk with a dog who has singlehandedly nudged us into regular morning exercise. Head down, tail up, Boo sniffs at the trail of delights as she charges into the distance. She then pauses momentarily, before running back to join the laggers. All the time her tail of delight continues…