Which she says is probably not for everybody, but she loved it because she thinks Denis Leary is smart, funny, agrees with her on most things, and not bad to look at. Whatever. I say all this because regardless of what time she goes to bed, I, Dexter like to get up around 5:30 AM.
After all, a chap like me can only meditate for so long before he gets, well, HUNGRY!
So each morning I drag myself off the couch (which I am only allowed to use at night) and go into the bedroom and chew on DOH's nose until she wakes up. This is a delicate operation because if you wake up the Master, he will throw a shoe at you, but DOH just says, "Oh, Dexter, is it morning already?"
After she gets up, we usually go into the dog cave to awaken the slumbering beast who would probably sleep till the SUN CAME UP or something else crazy like that.
While the coffee is brewing, breakfast is prepared and, man, am I HUNGRY! Because by 5:30 AM it has been over 12 hours since my last meal.Weather permitting, the Relentlessly Huge dines outdoors.Then I have to sit and stare at my bowl. This is called "training" and I don't like it one bit.At last!I always go out and double check the Relentlessly Huge's bowl just to make sure he didn't miss anything. He usually doesn't and today was no exception.After breakfast, we are supposed to meditate to digest our food. This is no problem for the torpid beastie as the very act of eating seems to put him into a stupor. I suspect all the blood has drained from his tiny brain into his gigantic belly.I, on the other hand, am ready to go.Walkies? Please? today? Now?At last! WALKIES!!!!Let's go, hurry up, I have a lot to do!Like check out these bushes...Track!And pee! All with great labradude-atude.
Today we went up to the schoolyard where I take every opportunity available to work on my agility so I will be ready when I start school on Saturday. I like walking on these bleachers. Its supposed to be challenging because they feel funny and make a weird sound, but as you can see, not a problem for me.
This was supposed to be a photo, but (DOH alert), the camera was set on movie and kept showing low battery so just this quick clip of a nice golden guy I met.
I look particularly handsome and athletic in this action shot of me navigating a low jump, don't you think?
Back at the estate, time to pick up the poop. This is our giant poop bucket because, well, there is nothing about Mango that is not Relentlessly Huge. A nice, new chewie rounded out my morning.Nom, nom, nom.Dexter done!
P.S. I SHOULD be modeling the Randi collar by now, but DOH has still not transfered my tags. I'm not sure I even want her to, because she bought us new ones that say I AM LOST. I beg your pardon. I have never been lost, just out on an adventure now and then.