The kindness of my heart

Don’t get me wrong I love exercise, but I also enjoy a great sleep. After my many months on this planet I’ve developed a powerful regime of sleeping and exercise that revolves around M and G lifestyle – I think they sleep a lot but as I said before I’m very accommodating. However, what I’m not happy about is when one of them wakes me from a cosy slumber to satisfy their own corrupt parental urges. Take this evening for instance: we had all eaten and started to relax and G wanted to watch Reservoir Dogs which I must admit sounded quite interesting as I assumed that it would be about dogs frolicking happily near the edge of a great body of water. However, this was not the case so M and I settled down to post meal nap. Some time into the sleep G insisted that I “play” and rudely awakened me. And out of the kindness of my heart I obliged him. I must admit that it was enjoyable, even fun, but I knew G would soon tire and I’d be left wide-awake wanting more. Guess what – my premonition came true. And I was left, excuse the pun, hanging like a dog. But there was also a plus side, G rewarded me for my involvement by giving me a rawhide chew stick. So I guess my point is that it’s great to have routine, it gives one a sense of stability, but every now and then a break in that – even though it may seem on the surface to be annoying and only indulging someone else’s whims – can have its own rewards.