Dogs, like people, are creatures of habit.
Mercy’s habits? Some normal, some weird, but that’s why we love her.
She is awakened from her slumber at around 6:20 am, which is when the coffee maker finished brewing and my husband goes to fix himself a cup ‘o joe. Keith will open Mercy’s kennel door and she will come tearing into the bedroom and jump up on the bed, quickly burrowing her way under the covers to sleep some more.
Once I grab my glasses from the nightstand, she will bolt out of bed to look out the window. It doesn’t matter how quietly or slowly I reach for my specs, she always hears me and gets up. Once I get out of bed to get MY coffee, she goes outside to do her bizness… but I have to be careful that she isn’t out there when our neighbor is walking her dog, otherwise mass chaos will ensue.
Other habits? She completely flips out when I open my sock drawer and pull out a pair of running socks. Granted I haven’t taken her on a run outside in quite some time due to the snow, but she is hopeful every time just the same. When the television turns off, she sprints to the bedroom, thinking it is time for bed, regardless of the time of day.
And one of my favorite habits? When Keith works late and isn’t home by his usual 6:30 time… Mercy sits up on top of the couch staring at the front door until he comes home. I smile every time I see her up there because my heart is doing the same thing… just waiting for my hunny to come home!