Pavlov had his dog, and I have mine…

I’m a creature of habit and of course so is my dog. First thing in the morning we have our immediate schedule – somebody needs to go outside and take care of necessities – and then I do my usual stuff which involves making breakfast, straightening up the bedroom, sometimes laundry. Tobie has designated one very specific activity in my morning schedule as his trigger for “bring my toy to Uncle Joel and try to get a game going.”

He does this every single morning – I shouldn’t jinx it by saying so; now he’ll stop – and I don’t mind because it only lasts a few pre-coffee minutes before he loses interest in the toy and moves to the “give me a treat” part of the festivities, after which I may get back to making breakfast.

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