By Georgia Osten
What a cold, bleak, blustery weekend we had – what a way to bring in the new year. I knew, from experience, that once the weekend was over, the sun would come out. That’s the way it always was when we were only temporary, locking up the beach house and going back home to work for the week. The most beautiful weather would happen while we were doing the “8 to 5 thing” in the city! Last year, this time, our puppy was only 2 months old, a whopping 10 pounds or so. We would have to carry her down each time – she was still a baby and couldn’t negotiate the stairs very well. When we had all the ice, none of us could negotiate stairs without the help of kitty litter – thank goodness for The Big Store! I’ll never forget all the trips it took to get her house trained – Was it really only a year ago? I’m grateful that she knows her way downstairs by herself now.
Life is all about routine, even in a dog’s life. They expect certain things at certain times of the day. I must admit we’ve “created this monster,” I guess it’s all about spoiling her rotten. For instance, every morning, she gets to ride on the golf cart down to the beach. It’s difficult for her to understand that we have to wait until the sun comes up before we take off. Once back home, she will let us know that it’s breakfast time. That means a scrambled egg mixed in with her dog food. At nighttime, she’ll let us know no later than 6pm that it’s time for dinner, which means mixing a spoonful of gravy with her dog food.
Now, I admit, she didn’t come up with this routine and diet all by herself. Being a couple of empty-nesters and she being our only responsibility, we’ve lavished a lot of attention upon her. She gets to get in our bed at night with us while we read ourselves to sleep, she gets very comfortable and tries to be very inconspicuous, but when the last light goes off, she knows it’s time to get down and go to her bed. Except for last weekend when my husband was off on a hunting trip and half the bed was empty … shhhhhhh don’t tell.
(This article published 1/5/2015)
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