Can We Talk About a New Schedule?

Hey everypup ~Scooter here~

TDIF!! Please pups tell me you do NOT have to go through this every dog darn day! I'm in sleeping bliss having snuggled under the covers for maximum warmth and closeness to Mom. Sure she's not always fond of the whatever:30 nudge from yours truly to lift the covers up, and we have issues with her being "too warm", as if, but I am in doggy snooze bliss.

It's embarrassing enough to have to admit that Mom seems to enjoy standing under that water spitting thing every day. She has to do it 7 out of 7 days of the "week" (as she tells me, days have no names to me BOL). I have to ask if she has to do it so very early so very often! It seriously disrupts my ScooterPie rest.

Stay with me if you can. It gets rough in spots, but this is what I have to put up with. All dogs and their "owners/roommates/servers/kibble providers", whatever applies, should take a feather from my pillow of life. Wait - leave my feathers and pillow alone - Misty is sleeping on it.

First off the OTHERS have to go outside at the beginning of the light approaching. I can sleep with that, it is when they head back in that is the true issue. The first of many issues I am having every single morning.

I deal with Mom arguing with Misty to get off her pillow, there is plenty of other room on the bed. I try and snuggle my nose in to hit the snooze button of life.

Next come the OTHERS who have to mall Mom as she is getting back into bed and wrapping her warmth closer to mine. I get the leg push and slide to move me back over to where I originally was before she and the OTHERS left 5 minutes ago. What can I say - the bed is always better where someone just vacated.

Mom argues with the OTHERS to Settle, which every good Papillon means plop your body up against Mom for some more snooze time. I agree with Misty - the OTHERS are not good Papillons - in this case.

They continue to wrastle on the bed making it all jiggly and occasionally stepping too close to me which earns an gERRRRRR. Make no mistake they are annoying the piss out of Misty and she is growling just because they look at her. Off the bed. On the bed. Off the bed. On the bed.

Enough Already!!! Finally, finally Mom will say.

Oh everypup - now the never ending licking starts. The OTHERS, I think they only survive day to day by actually taking Mom's stinky socks and licking them. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick.

I hear the heat kick on, only because there has been quite now for about 10 minutes. I only hear it come on because the OTHERS cannot control themselves and bark the warning. Because, we all know that a heater set to 67 degrees will kill you instantly!

Mom gets up and lets the OTHERS back out because they seem to have no control over their need to sniff nature or what happens to the hind area after. This, this is where it gets out of CONTROL!!! Here is what I hear from under my safe cocoon of blanketing.

OK - everyone UP (which of course does not mean ScooterPie).

THUMP!! THUMP!!

Click, Click, Click, Click. Clickity, Clickity, Clickity, Clackity, Clackity, Clackity. bARRK!!

Finally they are out of the room, but now we get the rest!!

CLICK,CLICK,CLICK,CLICK,CLICK,CLICK,CLICK
KEEEEEE EEERRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Click, Click, grrrrrrrr, Click, Click, Click, GRRRRRRRRRR Click Click, Click, Click Clickity, Clickity, GRRRRRRRRRR, Clackity, Clackity, Clackity, GRRRRRRRRRRGRRRRRRRRRRGRRRRRRRRRR.

Swooooshhhh, Slam.

For you humans, this means that nails have been prancing on hardwood floors, done their best to peel out down the hall, slow down for the corner for the kitchen for a hard 45 degree turn on tile to the back door. I don't get up that early so I just tell you what I hear.

Swooooshhhh, Slam. The OTHERS come in.

Swooooshhhh, Slam. Misty decides she wants to go out. Again, all dog-speak as I am back in snooze ville.

Swooooshhhh, Slam. Pepper needs to go out and monitor Misty...dunh, dunh, dunh...

Swooooshhhh, Slam. Pepper back into the house.

Swooooshhhh, Slam. Misty decides she has had enough fresh air and comes inside.

Mom runs into the water spitting thing, throws on clothes and with a head wrapped like we are after a BATH, growls my way to get UP.

I say that kindly since it really comes out as SCOOTER!!! Because if you see her with that headpiece on you pay attention too.

Swooooshhhh, Slam. ScooterPie gets the yard to himself to sniff!!

Swooooshhhh, Slam. Dang, here comes Misty.

Swooooshhhh, Slam. At least I'm done when Pepper, Cutter and Mom come out.

Swooooshhhh, Slam. Now this is the best part. Not a pup in the house gets a SNACK in the morning until ScooerPie does his morning yard duties.

Now is that enough of an award to put up with all that ruckus in the morning hours while I want to still sleep?

I suppose that depends on what the SNACK actually is. I don't believe I've had a Greenie in a while. Must I remind Mom we have a birthday next week?

This is my morning most of the days of my life. Which is why those days when I don't have to hurry my butt out of bed until I want to are the ones I prefer. Who cares if it's late afternoon sometimes when you finally see me. At least all that other noise didn't happen finally!

Sniff at ya later ~Scooter~

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