Sunday Morning Meltdown
Sunday mornings at our house are not peaceful. They aren’t serene. They aren’t calming or lazy. Why? Because of this beast.
Because of this 18 pound beast of a dog. Oh, she looks harmless enough. She looks sweet and innocent. But let me tell you something about this beast. She’s a killer. Lucy is incredibly smart. So smart that she can, in fact, tell time. She knows exactly when it is 8:30 AM and God help the person who didn’t fill her food bowl by then.
This is how Sundays begin in our house. We lazily make our way out of bed and usually relocate down to the living room couches, where we can slowly and leisurely wake up. But for Lucy, 8:30 AM on Sunday is no different than 8:30 AM on any other day of the week. She must be fed.
She begins her quest for food by staring at you.
When that doesn’t work, she might bark once or twice to get your attention because clearly you have not noticed her staring at you.
When that fails to put food in her bowl, she may try enlisting the help of Big Molly.
But that usually doesn’t work because Big Molly doesn’t understand what all the staring is for. Big Molly can’t tell time.
Besides, Big Molly would rather play with her Santa toy.
This angers Lucy. Her subjects are not cooperating. She changes tactics and begins barking at the other person in the room. Surely the woman with the camera knows how to tell time and can understand an 8:30 AM deadline.
Sadly, the woman with the camera is a lush as well and so Lucy’s food bowl still stands empty. And it is now – OH MY GOD! – 8:47 AM! Time for another approach.
Lucy tries to be sweet now. She brushes up against Chris, trying to pretend like a cuddle is just as good as a full food bowl. But Chris isn’t fooled, and in Lucy’s frustration, she lets a bark slip out in mid-cuddle, spoiling her cover.
Finally, Chris takes pity. Or, more likely, he gets tired of being barked at and he fills Lucy’s food bowl. (Yes, we keep our dog food in that lovely white trash can in our downstairs bathroom.)
Lucy gloats as she stuffs her face with kibble. Now, Sunday morning can begin. The beast is satisfied.
11 Comments
Marla
Oh dogs. They bring such a joy to a household.
Ashley
Haha this is funny! The things we do for our “kids!”
Toni S.
Too true! Cats do the same thing. My husband gets up at 5 a.m. to get ready for work. She has gotten used to getting treats at this time, too. So, on the weekends, or when he sleeps in later, she decides to try and wake him up. She runs across our heads! No kidding! She starts on my side, and jumps from my pillow to his head, and then to the floor.
Laura
Great photos and great writing! Fabulous all around… except no picture of the Mommy!
Miss M!
This is why feeding time is at 7:30 PM at my house – I don’t want to be woken up by hungry critters! LOL! They do this routine at night (weird how they can tell time) and then when we put the food in their bowls, they pretty much ignore it for an hour. Stupid dogs.
Liesel
This is too true. Count yourself lucky. Ours do it at 5:45am, every..single…morning. Luckily, I too have a gem of a husband and he counts the morning ritual as part of his duties. Yay for great husbands.
Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com
SO TRUE! The things we’ll do for our pets =)
Jenn
WOW – 8:30am is pretty good. Izzie is usually up by 7am. Great pictures!
Laura
i read Toni S.’ comment and my cat does the same exact thing! except she adopted at very young age was raised by my dog, Rusty, so she will try to bark like one of you don’t get out of bed and let her outside. it sounds something like this:
*cat stands on chest and stares in my face*
“meow.”
“*grumble*”
“meow?”
“go ‘way.”
“meeeeeeooooooowwwww.”
*turns over*
“…..MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!!!!!!”
*the infuriated cat begins pawing at my face. defeated, i rise and stumble to the kitchen.*
Kristin
Feeding time for Bailey is 6 freaking AM.
Miriam
I love how dogs become so set on their schedule that they get demanding on the food. I hope mine continues to be a self feeder… at least if he stops eating all the cats’ food.