Hi friends –
I like to tell stories about what happens in my life and share them with all of you, but I don’t want to do it to the extent that you get tired of my silliness. I probably could post a new story each day if I was allowed. Mom has wanted me to tell everyone about what happens at bed time and Dad has been thinking, who cares? Now, before your imaginations run like a two Danes off lead, the story is totally G-Rated, so there.
So, here’s how it usually happens. I take Dad for our last walk before bed time. When we get back in he has to put my lead away and take off his shoes. This takes him a few minutes so I usually head over to my water bowl and recharge, then I head up to the bedroom and see Mom. She’s usually already in bed, while Dad still has a bit left to his nightly routine. This is okay with me because I have figured out that Mom lets me get away with things that Dad doesn’t and what he doesn’t see doesn’t get me in trouble. While Dad’s busy I get cuddle time with Mom. Yep, she lets me up on the bed for pets, and hugs. I really like to curl up like a widdle pup and be little spoon. Mom thinks it’s cute, while Dad thinks it is negative reinforcement. I’m reinforcing that he is being negative. Every night now, he tells me to get back to my own bed. Of course once I do. I insist he come over and say good night, by petting me and telling me what a good boy I am, otherwise I complain just like the human tween puppy. Then I take my blanket that has been laid out neatly over my bed and adjust it just right and lay down. (Humans just don’t understand the work it takes to make a bed comfortable.) I use my nose and sometimes my teeth to get it just right. Once I accidentally wrapped up my whole head. Oops. As soon as Dad gets into bed and turns out the light I have to make sure they are safe so I get up again and check on him. I walk to his side of the bed and put my head on him, give him a kiss good-night and demand a final back scratch for the night. (It’s my way of saying I think he’s a good boy too). I repeat this process over on Mom’s side of the bed. After that is done then, and only then, can I go back to my bed and settle in for the night. Every Dane knows, however, that once you get up from a perfectly nested bed it is completely ruined and you need to start over. So I have to rearrange, again, and turn in at least half a dozen circles before I can lay back down. I really don’t know why the humans laugh so much when I do that.
Another job I have taken on is to patrol the house at least once to be sure everyone is safe. I especially do this on the nights that the human puppies are staying with us. I have not found a problem yet, but I do insist on providing Dad a status report when I get back from each round. I do this by either poking Dad with my nose or laying my head on top of him (with force). I have to make sure he wakes up to confirm my status with a pet. Then I can go back to bed, which requires that I rebuild my nest because like I said before, once you get up it is never quite right. The eldest human puppy and I have exacting standards for these types of things. Mom and Dad joke, but I’m sure there is a clipboard kept for tracking these sorts of things.