Yes, I have my routine in the morning. During the week, I wake mom up for work. She gets up, fixes my breakfast and I eat it. I do my business and then it’s snuggle time with mom. I consider this ‘our’ time… just us. We watch the morning news together, she rubs my tummy and I snore. We’ve been doing this for almost 11 months now. It’s *my* routine during the week. I always wake up with mommy.
This morning, dad got up with mom. Shaking my head. He just doesn’t get the routine. He delayed mom in getting my breakfast because he was in the kitchen. Mom can’t shut the kitchen gate until he gets out or he gets stuck in there… which might I add would have been a good thing this morning. Mom late with my breakfast doesn’t set well with me. I’m pig headed about that. He finally got out and shut the gate.
Mom went to get me and when I came flying down the hall to my feed mat dad was in the hallway. He almost got mowed down by this little pig doing 90 in the hallway. He fussed. Get over it – you’re not suppose to be in the hall dad. snort
I ate my breakfast, did my business and came back into the front room looking for my mom to be on the couch waiting for me for our snuggle time. She wasn’t there. I looked around and dad had her attention fixing his breakfast. What is this?! She finally got to me for our time.
But hey what’s this on television? It’s not our normal news. Dad is watching something he wanted to look at. And, instead of me snuggling with mom for our normal 30 minutes, it was cut to like 20 minutes because she was running late for work. Running late for work why do you ask? Because our routine got side swiped. Sigh – it’s going to be a rough day for old pops…. off to make plans for him now. 🙂