At my house five o'clock can only mean one thing. No, not quittin' time or the news. At Debby's house is it Chew Chew Time.
The dogs stretch awake and begin circling toward me, eyeing each other, nuzzling each other, coming to life. Then comes the staring. Let's all sit near Debby and stare at her until she gets up and heads for the Cookie Jar in the kitchen.
Funny how we get into habits -- some not so bad and some we wish we hadn't started. Smoking. Drinking beer. Eating donuts. Cursing. Dating jerks. Giving dogs treats at five o'clock.
If I don't get up and give them doggy treats, the canines begin to get really restless the closer to six it gets. Today I was very, very busy working and it was past five. Way past. Okay. It was close to seven when I surrendered to the "stare" and headed for the Cookie Jar.
The dogs behaved like a pack of starving wolves. It took me five minutes to get them to sit and calm down. No chew chews during chaos! Finally, they were quiet. Quiveringly quiet. The chew chews commenced. The whole thing was over in a blink of an eye and a lap of the tongue.
Dogs love habits. Routines? They dig 'em. A great day for my dogs begins with a run in the backyard, breakfast, watching Debby eat breakfast, a brisk walk and a few wrestling matches and sprints, watching Debby eat lunch, a long nap, another long nap, the mailman, a run in the backyard, a nap, chew chew time, watching Debby eat dinner, a nap, the evening stroll, bedtime.
There is something to be said for the dog's life. Especially if you are my dogs.