Can your dog tell time?
As we all know, we just had our ‘fall back’ in daylight savings time where we got an extra hour of sleep. There were status updates all over Facebook about how this was fallacy if you had children. Of course, they meant small children because let me tell you, teens sleep right through that extra hour and try to raise you another.
I’d love to say that we sailed right through this clock-shift. But enter Toula …
Isn’t she pretty in her furry glory? She’s super talented too. She can tell time. In fact, the older she gets (she’s closing in on 10 years old) the more accurate she is. Her stomach is run on a clock so precise, Swiss watch-makers weep in envy.
Here at Casa Calem, Toula likes to be fed shortly after 6 am and on the exact dot of 5 pm, or earlier if she can trick you into not believing the time on your cell phone. The time calculated by the big satellite from Zeus himself.
If you are late in the morning, she will cry. She’s not above it, even though it’s embarrassing to be sure. To her credit, she’s subtle about it, at first. A little squeak on her exhale. A low moan thrown in for emphasis. If ignored she will throw a big, furry paw up by your face, you know, as a reminder that someone is forgetting the time. Far be it for her to be pushy.
In the evening, her gentle, sweet reminder, well, isn’t so gentle or sweet. She smacks her paw down on Gia’s purple melamine dish so that it flips into the air and clangs back onto the tile. There’s no ignoring that folks. Once she’s flipped it a few times, she’s collapse next to it as if on the very edge of her survival and sigh, loudly!
I have this thing about being told what to do by a dog. I feel like I should be the boss. In the past I’ve attempted to teach Toula a lesson. I tell her, in my most patient parent-voice, “For every time you whine in my face, I’m going to add 10 more minutes to the time when I will feed you.”
She never listens. Why doesn’t she get it?
When we finally approach the bag of kibble, she will thrust her head in there as if to make sure we’re getting it right. Like we’re going to accidentally scoop out something different from the large yellow bag on the floor of the pantry.
She has no faith!
Needless to say, Toula has been Miss Bossy Boots the last few days. She would like to protest the changing of the clocks and institute a new mandate. Live life through the clock in your stomach and make sure the humans tow the line.
Anyone else have pets bossing you around?