A day in the life of (part 2)

More than a year ago, I suggested to Tim that we write a day in the life of.  Somehow we miscommunicated and Tim thought we were writing from the pet’s view point so Mandalay and I wrote.  This time Ellie Mae will write and Tim will write.

I joined the Givan household in April.  It took me a bit to get acclimated but now I’m in a routine.  I usually arise about 4:30 a.m.  This means that I (some mornings) pretend that I’m cold and whine in my crate.  Sure enough, my wonderful owner who you know as Laurie, sleepily gets out of bed, feet hit the cold floor and she nicely unzips my crate, and lifts me into bed and under the covers.  Wow there is nothing so nice and snuggly.  I try and be still but sometimes it just feels so warm and cuddly I tingle all over.  About 6 a.m. my owner and I get up.  Sometimes I can convince her to to rub my tummy a time or two before we get up.  I head out to do my duties while she feeds the cats in the front and Tom on the cupboard.  She thinks she is so sneaky but I know what she is doing.  She is trying to take care of the cats so I won’t bark at them.  It is just so much fun.  Okay, after I come in I get breakfast.  Yummy-  I do have my standards though-it must be watered down.  Next up, I sometimes go and wait in the bathroom while my owner takes her shower.  If it is my lucky day my owner will let me have my ball.  My favorite is the orange one with blue a stripe.  There is just something special about that one.  Sometimes my owner throws it for me but not always.  I can always count on a piece of ice or two as she fixes her tea.  About 6:50 a.m. she puts me back to bed with the Father of the house.  Now this is when things get interesting.  I can almost always wiggle my tail and look cute and he will hand over the ball and even throw it for me.  About 8 a.m. I’m tucked back into my crate.  I nap until lunchtime when I get a quick outside break, grab some treats and then its afternoon nap time.    About 4 p.m. , my owner comes home.  Now the fun begins.  Some days we go for walks, for rides or I talk my owner into just chillin in the chair so I can snuggle.  I’m great for stress relief.  About 5 p.m., I get my supper.  Same meal as breakfast but I’m okay with that.  It’s my favorite.   After supper we hang out here at home.  I do some barking, try and irritate Shona and sit beside my master.  Than at 9 p.m. the highlight of my day happens.  The neighbor dog barks for us to come out and run the fence.  That Sausage is such a tease and what a handsome guy.  Sometimes I go out early and bark for him and he comes out.  What a hunk!  Bedtime is between 9:30-10.  Well not bedtime, but time to sit in the bed on my “throne”.  I get to perch on the “throne” or snuggle down in the blankets until lights out.  Lights out and in my crate I go until 4:30 a.m. and the day begins all over again.  Come visit sometime and check it out.

Ellie Mae in bed.

Well, it seems we have done it again-miscommunicated.

A Day in the Life of Mandalay

Hi there!  My name is Mandalay.  I was named after a resort in Las Vegas?  Or was it after a Frank Sinatra song?  No, Poppy tells me it was a Rudyard Kipling poem.  Which was named after a city in Myanmar (formerly known as Burma).  This explains why I am confused some times. 

Right now Poppy is making me wear a new piece of head gear.  It is this big cone.  Anyway, Poppy says I have to keep wearing my cone since I always want to lick an owie I have on my leg.  I can’t help my licking, I helps me when I worry and am anxious.  Well, I now have to wear this cone until my owie is better.  It makes me sad, but I am trying to be good.  I don’t understand why this helps.  I have a hard time figuring out how to get through doors and onto beds so I just push on through, not even caring what I run into or who I hit.  Once Ellie Mae was in front of me as we were going out the back door, I kept pushing and pushing her until she was pushed on down the stairs.  She looked kind of scared. 

I like weekends. Poppy stays here most of the day. We go for walks and I like to stay close to him.  He gives me lots of treats.  Yum!  Weekdays are not as fun.  I spend a lot of time sleeping.  My favorite spot is my bed besides Poppy and Mama’s bed but sometimes I get on their bed so I can stretch out.  And then Poppy comes home. I still get scared as he comes in the door, but I am now I no longer hide behind the door and am greeting him at the door.  I am soo happy.

Think that is all in my life.  Oh, Poppy has told me I am going to Denver.  That means a long car ride.  Yuck!  I hope he gives me drugs so I don’t worry so much.  Hmm, wonder if I can lick my front toes?  That might be a good place to start licking. Maybe I can make another owie?

With all my Love,

Mandalay

Mandalay on the Bed.  Ellie May on her throne.