Silly little bastard…

Days are starting to get shorter. Which means Torso Boy’s Favorite Time is getting a little earlier every day.

I’m sitting in the bedroom chair reading a book. It’s sevenish and starting to get a little dark when TB suddenly bounds out of his bed and stands there staring at me, his stub of a tail wagging a mile a minute. He’s already been out for a pee so this could only mean one thing…


It’s bedtime! He gets his treat and then he races into the bedroom and waits impatiently for me to pull the blanket back so he can jump in. And that’s the last he’ll bother me – unless I transgress by watching a movie or something past nine or so, then he’ll come and get me and won’t leave me alone until I also go to bed.

Little man likes his routine – kind of to a fault.

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5 Responses to Silly little bastard…

  1. Judy says:

    He has you well trained. ;>)

  2. Joel says:

    Yup. Uncle Joel, butler to dogs. “Will that be all, Sir?”

  3. Kentucky says:

    Looks to me as if he takes up a considerable amount of space in your bed!

  4. Joel says:

    Oh, I shove him over and he doesn’t complain. Much.

  5. Spud says:

    Yeah my male Maltese , routine is much the same , who needs clocks ? The dog’ll be close enuff.

To the stake with the heretic!