I am a person who tends to get ready in the same order every day. Not out of any compulsive need, really. It’s more to prevent forgetting something important like deodorant or, say, oral hygiene.
The dog seemed to have caught on to the routine and determined that everytime I’m getting ready to leave the house means we’re going someplace interesting. WE. US. Including her. Puppy Spazzes commence.
In order to counteract this, I tried getting ready in random order. You know, to throw her off a little. And while it drove me batty making sure my breath was fresh – and it must have been terribly entertaining for her…
I realize she thinks in much broader terms…
Like, that I’m out of bed.
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