It’s rough being a dog. Especially this one.
6:00 am: He likes to sleep. In fact, he is often difficult to awake in the morning. After a gentle coaxing, I can ease him off the floor or out of his bed and get him down the stairs.
We head outside, along with Abbey, and Harley will normally relieve himself about 3 times while I struggle to get Abbey to go one time.
6:15 am-ish: I usher him into the car. Abbey runs in and hops into her car seat. Harley likes to explore the garage first and slowly finds himself into his spot in the back seat. A lot of the time I have to holler at him several times to get him in there. He is more interested in sniffing the barbeque and the recycling.
He lays down and Abbey sticks her head out the windows. As we stop at the first light, Abbey licks his face – whether she is giving him kisses or cleaning him, I am not sure. He continues to lay there.
We pull into the coffee shop parking lot and I go in for my latte. He just lays there in the back seat. Abbey stares pointedly through the window, observing my every move.
I run and errand or two, enjoying my drink, while he just lays there in the back seat.
7:30 am-ish: We arrive home and Harley stares purposefully at the front door – his silent plea to go out for a walk. Abbey follows me around as I putz, putting away the groceries or whatever I needed to do that morning.
7:45 am-ish: I hook on their leashes, and gather some poop bags for our walk. We head out and Harley meanders his way about, sniffing at any and everything. He marks his territory at each spot where he smells that another dog has been.
Abbey looks for people to talk to; Harley does his own thing.
He gets scolded several times for attempt to pee on other people’s lawns. I am not a fan of that.
We round the corner, and he finds a street sign where many dogs have done their business. He pees several times here.
He finds a nice grassy, cool spot and does a dive. He rolls on his back, a big smile on his face, as he shifts from side to side.
We walk around the pond, and Harley truly believes the weeds are some sort of breakfast buffet.
I repeatedly have to ask him to stop eating it.
We walk back around the pond and head towards the park out front.
This is an exciting time for Harley. I usually let him off his leash and let him run around a bit. He and Abbey chase one another.
They wrestle a bit.
And chase each other around some more.
8:15 am-ish: After a treat and a drink of water, Harley is tired.
He heads straight for my bed, and plops himself in my spot.
He naps for a bit.
10:00 am-ish: He’s hungry.
He heads down to his food and eats.
10:10 am-ish: Nap time again!
11:15 am-ish: We go outside again.
11:30 am-ish: I have a conference call. He lays on the deck, catching some sun.
1:00 pm-ish: I have my second conference call of the day; he lays on the day bed in my office and naps.
2:10 pm-ish: We go outside again for another walk.
2:45 pm-ish: I take a nap, so I have no idea what goes on. I assume he naps, too.
4:00 pm-ish: We go outside again.
4:10 pm-ish: He lays next to me as I catch up on emails.
4:45 pm-ish: He eats again.
5:00 pm-ish: He fiddles around. Stares out the windows. Whines at passing by dogs. Drinks some water.
5:30 pm-ish: He goes back upstairs to my bed to relax and get away from his sister.
7:30 pm-ish: We go outside again. and then we head to bed. Good night!