Years ago my dear friend Angel Sheba gave me the nickname of “Agreeable Asa.” It was because I always just go with the flow, without making any fuss. Although recently this go with the flow attitude meant I had to ignore my own flow.
Yesterday Mom had a migraine. So rather than her get up early to give me my medicines, Dad offered to do it so she could rest. I was super excited by this change in routine. It’s not every day I get early morning Daddy and me time. So I raced down the stairs, and instead of grabbing the sheep from the Nativity scene, I got a squeaky toy to celebrate! I was quickly reminded though of Mom’s headache, and put it down.
Next I happily showed Dad where we keep my medicines. He knew that already, but I know in the morning Dad can be groggy. Speaking of groggy, although I tried to politely tell Dad that after I get my medicines I go outside, he started making his coffee. I forgot Dad needs to fuel up on coffee before he can do anything. So I patiently followed him around the kitchen trying to ignore my own needs. Although I did pause in my focus on Dad to get a drink after he remembered to refilled my water bowl. Anticipating his next move, I settled down in my usual waiting spot under the kitchen table.
Once the coffee was made, I sprang to my paws. Surely now I would be let out! Instead Dad sat down to read the headlines while sipping his coffee. Again, I didn’t want to intrude on his morning routine. I remembered how rude Chuck Billy could be with his demands to go out. But I did really need to go out. Oh well, I suppose that I could wait a little longer. I patiently sat by Dad’s side, as he absentmindedly petted me, squirming just a bit under the wait to go out, while trying to subtly remind Dad by facing towards the backdoor. Surely Dad could see I was staring at the door, right? Such an obvious reminder.
Dad eventually moved, and I jumped to my paws and raced to the backdoor. Finally, we’ll be going out! Oh wait, no, he was getting food to make his breakfast. Well I guess I could wait a little longer. Dad did notice me, and said he’d get my breakfast in a moment. Now that he mentioned it, besides wanting to go out, there was a rumbly in my tummy too. But priorities! Outside is calling! Oh dear, am I getting overly demanding like Chuck Billy?
Uncomfortable with my now very full bladder, I laid by the door and watched as Dad prepared his breakfast. Why did I drink so much water after taking my medicine? Thankfully Dad made bacon, which got Mom’s attention and down she came. At that point I was a little worried about having an accident, so no tap dancing to greet her. I hoped Mom didn’t think I was ignoring her. So I gave her my biggest, goofiest grin.
Thankfully, Mom knows me well, and immediately forgot about the bacon and asked, “You need to go out, don’t you?” As I raced out the finally opened door, I heard Dad say, “Sorry, buddy! I forgot!” Oh boy did I feel bouncy after finally being able to do my business! I happily ran zoomies around the yard before I bounded over to Mom, who was waiting by the door. She looked at me and said, “Do you have more to do?” I paused and thought a moment. YES!!! Mom, you know me so well! I did have to do more! Off I raced, as she followed with poop bag in hand.
We then came back inside Dad apologized profusely to me for being so absentminded. That’s ok Dad! It was nice that you got up with me, but maybe we should skip this new morning routine together? You’re better on the dinner shift!
