As anyone who owns a dog(s) – and I believe cat(s) – will tell you the little darlings have their own particular routines. You, the owner and master (snigger) obediently settle into them.
Take our Nicky – no this is not a Henny Youngman* joke – as an example. As we come in from our walks he stops half-way up the ramp that gives access to outside door; he looks around to ensure the neighbourhood is safe and all is in order; comes in and circles around me once to make sure I am bringing nothing undesirable into his house; then he places his front paws on the first step and waits to be picked up and carried up the stairs. An office that I dutifully perform.
Our Nora has her own routines, particularly first thing in the morning. She comes out of her kennel and proceeds through a stretching exercise that I can only call Yoga for Dachshunds!
The routine you just witnessed is performed, almost to the letter, every morning. Without fail!
*Anyone who understands the reference is older than dirt and obviously watched Ed Sullivan every Sunday night.
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Aw yes. Nora’s morning routine. Give her a hug and belly rub from Uncle Pervy.
Adorable. And thanks for all the technical terminology. I never knew the correct way to describe those moves.
Oh yes, our pets train us well!
Les routines: on les dénigre, on cherche à les changer (elles reviennent au galop), on s’en dit écoeuré et fatigué. Pourtant, Nicky et Nora (et tous les autres animaux) nous montrent que les routines apportent confort, même joie, elles rassurent. La question se pose: le développement des routines est-il un trait génétique commun aux mammifères? Peut-être faudrait-il faire comme les Dachsunds de Charlotteville et embrasser nos routines.