Mornings were mayhem at the beginning, though they have calmed a little now. I have always been the first one up in our house – a nice cup of tea, sort out any pots from the night before, feed Max, have a shower and then take my daughter a cup of tea. It seems idyllic looking back.
In the beginning I would get up at six and if Max was still sleeping slide around my bedroom door, shutting it behind me then let Hippie out who would already be whining behind my daughter’s closed door – then I would have to grab a coat and take her outside standing in the freezing cold waiting for her to relieve herself. After this event teeth chattering I would put the kettle on and weigh out the dog food and put it to soak and all the while she would lie on the floor whining gently. Eventually I would get a cup of tea but before I could drink it I would hear Max shouting from my bedroom: –
‘Let me out, I want my breakfast and I need to go out – quick!’
I am afraid he had to wait.
After she had eaten her breakfast Hippie had to go straight back outside accompanied by me where she would pace the garden and eventually start to circle before relieving herself in the top corner of the garden. A job for my daughter when she got up.
Back inside and get her to go back into my daughter’s room and bed for a while so I could deal with Max, who was by then, furious. He would come out tail swishing and a hounded look about him, looking to the right and left to make sure the dog was nowhere around. Eventually he would go out for ten minutes and I would get his breakfast sorted and put in my bedroom, heave a sigh of relief and drink my tea. Ten minutes later he would come back and I let him into my room before taking my daughter a cup of tea and letting Hippie out again.
Sounds easy eh?
But wait…
Some mornings Max was already out before Hippie got up and if I wasn’t awake and holding her collar Hippie would chase Max up the garden – thus enhancing the start of a beautiful friendship.
