Us pups are creatures of habit, right?
We know exactly what should happen when, and find it most disturbing when our humans forget the rules.
Take my morning walk, for example.
I know the drill, every step of the way.
Gail gets out of bed, has a shower, comes down to the kitchen, stops by my bed to say hello and give me a wee tummy tickle, then consumes her bowl of muesli and precisely and one and a half mugs of tea. After which she puts on her coat (and hat, and scarf and gloves, at this time of year), clips on my lead, and we're out the front door. Turn left and five minutes later we reach the park entrance and only then I am allowed off my lead and we complete our anti-clockwise circuit round the park, pausing now and then to greet all the other early morning regulars.
But sometimes Gail gets things terribly wrong.
Yesterday morning for example. We were only about half way to the park and Gail dropped hold of my lead. Incredible. It was as if she didn't realise where we were.
Well I can tell you, I stopped dead in my tracks and looked up at her, to let her know that she had made a serious error, and that she was still supposed to be attached to me at this point, whatever was she thinking of?
I am pleased to report that, on recognising her mistake, Gail immediately picked up my lead and from then on things proceeded according to plan.
I do hope nothing irregular happens today.
