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I like coffee in the morning. I like to get up and grab a cup and sit in front of the laptop and get caught up on the world. But my dogs don’t need coffee. That may be attributed to the fact that they sleep more than I do, but it may also be because they wait until I wake up and then they are supremely excited to be alive. We get to go outside!!! We get breakfast! The world is amazing!!!! Yes, they have better perspectives than I do in the morning. I need to substitute “have to” with “get to” in my morning routine and get the same feeling that the dogs have.


  1. Iris Feinberg

    who doesnt want to lead a dog’s life? at least MY dogs’ life…..i wonder what it would take to have that “the world is amazing!!” feeling every time you woke up, or every time someone walked into the room. Maybe we need to get rid of our watches – dogs cant tell time, so for them, its always or never. A little black and white and a little less grey might not be such a bad thing.

    have an amazing day!!

  2. Emil Petruncio

    I can relate! Substitute the morning paper for laptop, and I’m there. One of my dogs is really into breakfast, and while the other gets pumped up about seeing / smelling what has transpired in the backyard overnight… but enthusiasm is the common thread. Dogs know how to LIVE.

  3. Mark Hawkins

    This reminds me of the Dog and Cat Diary Joke. It’s funny but, as your blog entry so aptly put it, dogs in general do have a positive outlook on life. Here’s the joke just for everyone’s edification:
    A Dog’s Diary

    8:00 am – Dog food! My favourite thing!
    9:30 am – A car ride! My favourite thing!
    9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
    10:40 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
    12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favourite thing!
    1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
    3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
    5:00 pm – Dinner! My favourite thing!
    7:30 pm – Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
    8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
    11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

    A Cat’s Diary

    Day 972 of my captivity.
    My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

    The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Evil People!!

    cat tatoo

    Day 973 of my captivity.
    There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

    Day 974 of my captivity.
    Two workmen came to the house today. As they rested after strengthening the interior of my confines, I sat on one, gently hooking my claws into their clothing. My plan was to cling on until they left, thus escape with them under the cover of their departure. The other workman went outside first and came back smelling strangely after something called a “cigarette”. Curses! I’d picked the wrong one! I heard they are coming back again in another week. I will repeat my escape attempt then.

    Day 975 of my captivity.
    Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

    The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now……


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