Jim's a morning dog.
Waking up with a dog like Jim in the house is always a surprise, you never know what treat or treasure is about to bless your sight, smell or on particular mornings your face.
Today for example:
When I fell asleep I was looking at the gentle smile of my partner my door was firmly closed my dog was asleep on his bedding. When I woke, a Labrador was standing on my bed licking my face.
Did I say bed ... I meant bladder. Let's move right along.
So after a rather unconventional K9 wake up I start my day.
Normally after resolving the deluge of the dog drama.
To start we take a shower, I would say I, but every time I take one Jim decides to visit. He doesn't seem to comprehend the shower is not indoor rain.
Then I get dressed and I'm allowed socks and shoes after a brief battle of Labrador madness vs. My own stubborn ways. I mean footwear ... right?
Then walk time, watching the hipsters and the yuppie folk dragging their marginally complete selves off to work. The sun only peaking at the world at this stage of the day. Jim doesn't care I don't either, life's life as long as you're looking to smile the rest can fall as it may.
Then we hit the dog park always empty, dogs round here normally fight anyway. To many Staffies makes for a bad dog environment. Staffies owners normally agree while their dogs are good for protection ... they have their own challenges.
Till next time.