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.
November 30th is Mousse Day – chocolate or natural looking finger tip control it doesn’t say!!!
Willy Or Won't He 