Thursday, September 4, 2008

An English Cocker Spaniel's daily musing - Thursday

My mobile alarm is suppose to ring at 6.30 a.m. Wait a minute, there's a scratching and yelping sound outside our bedroom....and it is only 6.00 a.m. I pull over the quilt cover and try to go back to sleep.

Fat chance, the scratching and yelping continues (faint sound of yep, yep, yep, yep, yep ..times 100 and the scratching continues). Then, it is all quiet for a faint two seconds and then the yelp and scratch continues...Sigh! No off button to this particular alarm...Sigh!

AL-E is consistent and persistent. Well, at least hubby is around to do the morning drill today (and every other day.....) Get AL-E to do potty, eat his breakie (his daily dose of dry food mix with some water-the only time AL-E gets the privilege of so called 'wet-food') and water of course...

Hang on a second....This is not how it works in the ST house. The first thing that AL-E requires is a small amount of dry food mixed with water. When it has it's fill plus water etc., then only AL-E goes to his crate for potty time. Then, it is his vitamin time which he loves. Then a short play time and hubby off to work. Then, it's mummy's time to look after this fella.

After all the scratch and yelp, can't go back to my dreamland...Sigh...Sigh... Off to shower...

The minute I get out of the bedroom (after shower), AL-E comes up running, jumps on me and gives me a daily dose of facial...sometimes additional dose of 'kisses' (licks) on my feet and hands. Then, the occasional (accidental bite due to all the excitement). This morning ritual goes on without fail daily.

Sometimes, AL-E may be bursting to go pee but he never fails to give me morning 'kisses' and facials.

Then, it is play time. Games involve AL-E’s blanket, numerous toys, balls etc. etc. It is only 10.00 a.m. and I am exhausted...AL-E has yet again dominated my morning and still going on strong...

Oh why? Oh why? I ask myself that I ever got talked or rather agreed with hubby into getting a dog.

Just when I started to dwell into these thoughts, AL-E appeared out of some corner of the house, threw himself at me, licked my hands, trampled on my feet and before I knew what was going to happen, he had clambered on to my lap, put his paws on my shoulders and aimed his tongue at my lips.

When it came to seducing, AL-E is super-smart and fast worker too. Oh well, the boy has charms. And me – well, I am sucker for this...You got me AL-E. I am deeply smitten. Love you back.

A special note to darling (I love you too, you know that...I love AL-E too). See, it's all fair.

And just like that, the thought of ‘asking’ myself ‘Why I got talked into getting a dog’ just PERISHED.

Cheers.

9 comments:

Nil said...

That's our Albert Einstein ... what can I say. Love him to bits but he drives me up the wall at times. I am sure I am the same.

Ser said...

Agreed. Our dear Albert Einstein is dominating both our lives (especially when he's dreaming...that's a story for another day). Cheers.

geraldblondel said...

Albert was German! not English ... Maybe your English Cocker is the reincarnation of Shakespeare or Jack the Ripper ...

Poor doggy ... I'm just joking ...
ABCD ... Welcome to the blogger world!

Ser said...

Albert Einstein is AL-E's nickname which hubby gave. AL-E does not respond to Albert Einstein (when he is called upon as such). I think he knows when we tease him...smart dog! Btw. Albert Einstein was born in Germany to Jewish parents. When he died in 1955, Albie was holding Swiss and US citizenship (Note: If I am not mistaken, Albie gave up his German citizenship in 1933). Cheers.

Ser said...

Btw. I can deal with Shakespeare (I think) but not Jack (the Ripper....). Cheers

Archiereus said...

Wooo hoo :) this post cracks me up :D hehehe welcome to blogger world AL-E :D

Nil said...

Jack the Ripper possible .... he's ripped some pants, some clothes, some jeans, some towels, papers, books, magazines etc etc ... Al E the ripper :-P

bal said...

Uumm, perhaps you guys need to give the poor cutie pie of a puppy of yours a chance. Give it a break so to speak. Change of scenery. I'm pretty sure if you walked about at home butt neked, no more clothes would get ripped. Oh but hang on, it's a dog, and needs to be walked, like, outside...problems problems. Obviously i have been of absolutely no help in your predicament. Not having a doggie of my own, i'm not surprised. But listen, with all the clothes going 'ripp', let me ask you this, do you have a good tailor? Perhaps i could introduce you to one? Uhh, hang on hang on...i don't know one. No...no help whatsoever. (sigh)..sorry..

:-))) doc.

ps..u do know i'm pulling some legs, like, right?:-}

Ser said...

To Bal:- Thanks for the FIRST comment (and many more to come)... Yup, of course you are joking...Cheers.