Monday at 10:56pm | Edit Note | Delete
Everything they do is exaggerated
At the slightest sound in the am.(could be 4:30),Liam springs to attention
He stands poised in his crate, rigid and screaming to be released
Nala is ready,tail wagging,no noise but prepared to shoot out in hot pursuit
Noah is stretched the full five feet to the top of his enclosure howling,he doesn't know why but if Liam can do it he'll do it louder
Terra is excited but realizes the fever pitch needs no more help
They burst out the back door as if shot from a cannon
Four bums in rapid succession slam to the ground....instant relief!
Now they disperse to find their specific "poop plot"
Feeding time offers no change to the degree of urgency
They all react as if they've never been fed before and this may be the last meal they ever get!
Faces plunging into dishes with grub being hoovered at the rate of knot
Back outside with the adults to rid themselves of anything they forgot to do the last time
Thirty-six feet thunder up the stairs like a stampede of wild horses
Nala and Liam start to wrestle,Terra makes a bee-line for the dirt in my weeping fig,while Noah disappears down the hall and into the bathroom hoping for a toilet paper roll for desert...(a full one!)
Liam and Nala separated and sent to neutral corners,dirt swept, and thank the Lord I did close the bathroom door
The adults are already in their spots snoring and farting while four puppies start to drop,one by one,like the flip of a light switch
I sit perched on my chair and marvel at the mass of dog flesh scattered on my kitchen floor and listen to the blessed sound of.....NOTHING
And all this passionate life well before 7 am.
Terra curled up.
Naughty Noah!
Nala
Liam finally crashed!
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