Harry runs a tight ship.
He is my parent’s dog. He is part border-something so he has good organizational skills. Since he doesn’t have anything to herd, he tries to herd the family. He still knows where his bread is buttered, so he doesn’t have real sway over us. But he has figured out the schedule we are on, and demands we keep to it.
So this morning at 8:15 I got a face full of dog. It was time to get up. He has us eat breakfast on schedule. Then he makes sure we go take our naps on time. Now is walkie time. I am suspecting the reason he was staring at me last night while I was in bed reading was that it was lights-out time and I wasn’t part of the program.
I don’t know what benefit he gets from this. I have a weak theory that he knows if he follows this schedule, then he gets a biscuit at certain times. But that does project some long-term planning on to someone who seems to live in the moment.
We have got to get him some sheep.