Every once in a while, my wife and I have the great pleasure to “dog-sit” a dog named Myrna. I use the term “dog” here loosely as Myrna is really what seems to be a cross between a Chihuahua, a rat, and a bearded dragon. Regardless of that, she is damn cute and sweet. Myrna is in the older years of her life (I won’t tell how old…that would be rude), has had many teeth removed, may be losing some of her eye-sight, sleeps most of the day, and…well…you get the picture. All that being said, it is inspiring to us that every morning, upon waking, Myrna will alternate between racing around the bedroom and putting her front paws up on the side of our bed (which is entirely too tall for her to jump up onto) hopping in place making little growly, squeaky sounds.
EVERY. MORNING.
Her excitement is contagious! We get involved and talk to her in complete sentences about how exciting it is to get out of bed and be ready for the day as if she can understand us…we’re not alone in this, right? It’s possible that I might even have been known to race around the room with her once or twice.