Almost 16 year old Lurcher with a few health issues.
5.30 - Approach Dad - who sleeps on the sofa to be near me - and give him cold, wet nose-pokes until he gets up to take me in the garden for a wee.
5.30-5.45 - bimble about the garden carefully sniffing every single trail the squirrels and pigeons have left, attempt to go back in the house mid-poo, just to keep Dad on his toes!
5.45 - back in, time for sweeties (meds in goat’s cheese)
5.50 - back to bed
7.00 - Mum and Dad get up for the day and I grumble at being disturbed, then start working the big eyes and starving pooch expression to get them to feed me.
7.30 - Finally, breakfast, plus the rest of my morning meds.
7.40 - Back outside to take ages rechecking the garden sniff-trails in minute detail.
8.00 - Spark out on my bed. Mum keeps the curtains drawn and the room quiet so I can sleep properly, as if I do get woken suddenly I have one of my ‘funny turns’.
Between 12.00 and 1.30 - Wake up, demand to go outside immediately to recheck the trails and take care of other essential ‘outside business’
2.00 - Sniffy walk to the local park, checking more squirrel trails and saying a polite hello to the more genteel canine visitors there, whilst looking down my nose at and studiously ignoring any rude upstarts.
2.20 - Back home for a nice nap.
3.30 - Begin persuasion tactics for my afternoon ‘activities’ until Mum either sets up my snuffle mat, kong wobbler or does some brain games with me. Make sure Mum is carefully supervised while she’s setting things up, so that enough treats of the right time are used and she isn’t skimping. Then I have my afternoon sweeties (meds again) and do my afternoon garden patrol.
4.00 - Back to bed for another nice snooze.
5.30 - Wake up and insist it’s dinner time, even though I know it isn’t until 6.30. Employ my best Paddington stares and grumbles, usually to no avail. So I lie on my bed giving out dirty looks instead until one of the smaller humans (teenagers) sits with me and gives me cuddle.
6.30 - Finally get my dinner and evening meds before doing my evening garden patrols followed by my daily game of ‘chase me up and down the garden and in and out of the house’ with Mum or ds2. We have to do this at least four times every night, before I flop down on my bed and decide the game is over.
7.00 - Completely konk out on my bed in the living room.
8.00 - Some days, if I am up to it, I get another sniffy walk.
9.30 - Wake up and make it clear I think it’s bed time, get the hump when no-one listens, so give in and go out for a garden patrol with Mum, followed my her sitting by my bed for snuggles instead.
10.30 - Mum/Dad have to try really hard to wake me for my last garden visit. I eventually, very reluctantly agree and oblige with a quick wee, in exchange for my final sweeties (meds) of the day.
10.40 - Spark out for the rest of the night, unless I have a funny turn, in which case I will approach the sofa and wake Dad up to look after me. (One night a week it’s Mum not Dad that’s on the sofa.)
5.30 am - repeat.
In between all this, throughout the day I intermittently get up and stare intently to let Mum know I am going to have a funny turn and she cuddles me through each one. I then go straight back to bed each time to sleep it off.