High Strung

I'm pretty much a high strung kind of dog. Every morning, I sit impatiently by the Woman's side of the bed waiting for her to get up. I whine at every little movement she makes, hoping she's ready to get out of bed. Sometimes I get over-excited and jump up on the bed, and Ian yells at me. When the Woman finally gets out of bed, I bark and bark and bark at her. I follow her to the bathroom, barking the whole time. I'm just so excited to see her again! When she's done with her routine, she lets me outside, and I run out, whiz on the first thing I see, then come back inside and bark at her some more. This is usually her cue to make my breakfast. While she's making my breakfast, you guessed it, I bark at her. I haven't mastered the ability to bark while I'm eating, so she gets a 30 second reprieve at that time.

On a normal work day, I sit under the Woman's chair in my cave made from a blanket draped across her legs. Whenever the neighbor dogs bark, I bark. Whenever an airplane flies overhead, I bark. Whenever someone starts a lawn mower, I bark. Whenever the phone rings, I bark. I think you get the point. I bark a lot. I also sleep a lot though, so I think it evens out pretty well.

The Woman has tried many things to keep me from barking so much, but none of it works. I'm just a vocal dog. I'm usually quiet all night, so I think she should count her blessings.