Now that Master has a new job we have changed our routine. Well he has changed our routine to be more accurate.
So for your edification and comparison with your own routines, here are mine, old and new. This does not include my Spanish routine which is different again, we are talking Gibflat only here.
Master gets up around 5.30/6am, makes coffee, drinks a couple of cups, and then we go out.
Meanwhile Misery, of course is still snoozing away.
When we return, Master makes his breakfast (unless he decides to wait hours for Misery) and we eat his toast together.
Some time later, Misery blearily staggers into the sitting room, makes herself tea, and finally does something useful. My breakfast. Yay!
A couple of hours later she decides to eat something so I share that with her.
In-between all this I bound between my sofa, my under-table den, and on the floor guarding Master’s chair. There isn’t a lot of choice for a large dog in a small flat but I try and be as inconvenient as possible.
In the middle of the day, which is a Spanish middle of the day, ie 1-3pm, we go out for another walk. And then it is lunchtime when I come back.
After lunch, a nap is called for. Usually under my table. And then nothing else really happens until I go out late at night or whenever master and I feel like it. Sometimes it can be in the small hours of the morning which is nice because it is very peaceful out on the Gib streets at those hours.
So what’s different with my new routine?
Well, we get up at the same time, but before I go out Master has his breakfast and leaves my walk as late as possible before he leaves for work. This is because, there is no lunchtime walk as he doesn’t get time to come home, so I have to wait until teatime. The whole day with boring old Misery. As soon as Master comes in – out we all go.
After my walk, I get tea instead of lunch, which is ok. I can live with that – it is still the same meal. Misery then gets on with their tea, but before they eat it, we all go out for another walk. This is because I have missed out on my lunchtime walk and they want to take me out again. Who am I to argue?
Then Master is tired and he falls into bed, and sleeps all night through.
Saturdays and Sundays however, are the old routine, because Master finishes at lunchtime on Saturday and doesn’t work Sunday. It’s all the same in the end though – eat, sleep, walk, in varying order.
Anyways, my walks are fun because there are always people to meet who want to say hello and stroke me. And sometimes there are girlfriends to meet too.
I met a puppy the other day. He was five months old and wanted to say hello so we did sniffy noses. And then he got a bit uppity and started to paw my nose and try and jump up so I gave a quick growl to let him know I was in charge. Didn’t seem to make any difference. I must be losing my touch with pups as well as girlfriends.
Here are some photos of our late evening walk the other day. When I say photos of our walk, I mean photos of me. This is a dogblog, not a Gibphotoblog.
Hey Misery! I told you this is not a Gibphotoblog or a Gibhistoryblog!!
No blogger wordpress comparison today, it’s the weekend so taking time out from that. BUT, if any of you pups use Misery’s gmail address please note they have disabled her account now!! (Pippa, rolling on floor laughing MAO under my table den).