It probably hasn’t become apparent to you yet (don’t worry-it will), but I am allergic to the mornings if that is such a thing. I like to analyze why I have phobias or aggression towards certain situations, but all the reasons are usually super lame so let’s leave it there.
One constant in the mornings is that I need to take four dogs outside to obviously do what I want them to “doo-doo”… outside and not in the house.
One dog is male, and he is a rescue from Harbour Island in the Bahamas. They are known on the island as “potcakes“. He was about five or six months old when we rescued him. He was found up on a hill next to the sand-floored “night club” called Gusty’s, so I bet you can guess his name. Now, not only does he have a roof over his head and every piece of furniture to lay on, but he has a harem of three female dogs residing with him. A real stud or as studly as a fixed male can be.
“People often ask me why I have four dogs. The answer is easy, my family won’t let me have five.”
The ritual each morning is the same. They all start barking before I can unlock the side door that leads to the fenced-in yard next to the pool. If I wasn’t truly awake before this you can bet your sweet tush that I am now.
So all dogs scatter to do their business, yet Gusty lingers with a certain laissez-faire swag directly to the side of the pool to glance at his reflection. He actually looks twice. I swear I can see him smile back at himself in the pool and say, “You are so amazing, lucky, handsome and cool” while running his paw through his short, coarse hair on top of his head.
This gives him all the confidence he needs to go directly to his favorite roommate, Ellie and give her a right ole sniff in the arse. Then he goes to do his business in all the places the ladies did their business. It is without fail. Every. Single. Morning.
I get my first laugh for the day and then go right upstairs to my bed so I can catch a few more Zzzzz’s. All four dogs usually join me. We are set for a couple more hours.
Wait, I have a brilliant thought right before I start to doze off to have some crazy, mixed up dreams…if I were to get a dog that weighed less than 10 pounds and could hide in my purse, would it count as a fifth dog? All those in favor say “Aye!”
AYE!
No rest for the weary. It is time to look at all the pictures of the pups on the rescue website.
For all of us dog lovers as you well stated, these four legged creatures are really the ones that rule our households. We tend to let them get away with more things than we would ever allow of our own children. They ask for nothing and when we walk through the door there they are waiting for us wagging their tails. Five dogs might not be a bad idea, after all you will need to fill the empty nest.
Nailed it, Terry! xoxoxo
Didn’t you get the memo?? Little dogs count as 2 for 1!!!! so one would make you have 4 1/2 dogs!!! (it’s the new math)
I knew it! Thank you Denise! xoxox