Before you ask, no, this post isn’t actually about killing birds. It is about dogs though.
Before we begin, however, I need to explain that PIC loves dogs. He loves them passionately. He spends at least 10 or 15 minutes a day looking at pictures of dogs on the internet; he takes screen shots of them and sends them to me in response to questions like, “Should we go grocery shopping tonight?” and “What do you think of Sister Hazel for our first dance?”
Sometimes he and I watch the “Puppy Cam” channel on Hulu (Animal Planet has an entire collection of shows featuring cameras fixed on various types of animals, but the five puppies we’ve been following just sleep all day; Say Yes to the Dress is way more exciting). We’ve even been known to hang around dog parks watching (and conspiring to steal) other people’s dogs.
The reason for all of this is simple: I always had dogs growing up but I know my work schedule isn’t conducive to getting a dog right now.
PIC has never had a dog, but has always wanted one.
I’ve heard various explanations for this:
- He is allergic to shrimp and his mother assumed, therefore, that he was allergic to all animals.
- He is allergic to shrimp but not to dogs, however his parents didn’t want a dog so they told him he was allergic to dogs.
- He was allergic to dogs at one point in time but has since grown out of it.
I honestly don’t know what to believe.
But back to the point of today’s post.
PIC sets multiple alarm clocks in the morning. Sometimes just two, but usually at least three. Then there are the days when his stop watch decides—quite inexplicably—to join the party; it starts beeping for no reason and I’m always to one to go and hunt it down because PIC can’t hear it.
This wouldn’t annoy me so much if I didn’t have to get up so early (I can be up, showered and out the door in 20 minutes if I have to). And if would he would set his alarms for normal, round number times, like 6:30, 6:35, and 6:40. No. He sets them for weird numbers like 6:32, 6:43, and 6:49. WHO DOES THAT???
Dogs, however, don’t take no for an answer. Dogs don’t have snooze buttons. And they tend to go off well before the nice round numbers I crave.
But PIC loves the dogs. So much so that he practically scampers out of bed to let them out, all the while having pleasant little conversations with them about the weather, the fact that they’ve just sneezed, and how he expects them to be on good behavior when they go outside.
This more than anything else cracks me up because PIC is more of a strong, silent type and I always wish he’d be a bit chattier.
Who knew that a pair of dogs could solve all of our problems?