If they know one thing, it's how to tell time, specifically when it's 6 AM and PM. Pip and Olive dispense with all pleasantries and make their demands known, whether I'm tucked away in bed, fast asleep, or still working at my computer. They begin their yowling and aggressive affection the moment the shadows reach a certain point on the wall, and that is Duncan's signal to join in. No sooner do I step into the kitchen to begin the preparations when all three line up and urge me on, a demanding chorus of meows, whimpers, whines, and purrs, dancing, prancing, and dangerous winding around my ankles. There is no such thing as patience. No such thing as dignity. And no negotiating.
At moments like this I have to wonder who is running the show around here.
4 comments:
That's how it works here. If I ever have a power outage and don't know what time to re-set the clocks, I'll just wait till Brody and Darwin stand simultaneously, walk over to me, and stare. Then I'll know it's 3:00.
I swear our first two, Brae and Kyle, could read the clock. Every morning at 6:50 they would stand at my side of the bed and rouse me. I changed the time on the clock radio, backwards, forwards, you name it. They still came alongside when the damn thing said 6:50. Go figure.
Ha! I love this! Kona is the only one in our house (pup-wise) who know how to tell time. 5pm sharp and he is nudging me...
Great photo!
Hahaha! They have you well-trained Curt.
Maxwell has the 0620 time imprinted on his brain. The mornings I don't work that's a real tough pill to swallow. Ha!
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