Paw prints, cleaning and joy of life – A completely ordinary morning with a dog.
“Hey… No Marvin! Come down from there!” A fresh-faced and very happy dog came to take a lap of joy in bed after he had been out in the garden to pee. Tired from the morning, I follow the dog into the kitchen. Barefoot, I step over the water on the floor. For some reason, the dog doesn’t close its mouth after its last mouthful of water. I make myself a cup of tea and take a step back. “Ouch!” Dry food feels like stepping on Lego bricks. At least then I’m awake.
“The sheets,” I hear myself say out loud and yep, it definitely rained last night. Because the proof is right there in the middle of the bed. Not only does he make paw prints in my heart, he also likes to share them everywhere else. Note to self… Now teach that dog to dry those paws by the patio door – every time!
It works pretty well after a walk. We've found a good rhythm there. The bathroom is just inside the front door, and Marvin has learned to jump straight from the walk and into the bathtub. But it's about being quick. If I take too long to start the water, he'll start shaking, and the walls will be decorated with the finest stains of mud mixed with drool and snot. In his eagerness to be super-skilled, this time he'll jump onto the floor before I can find the towel, and if I wasn't wet, I was. I throw off my socks and have him dry himself. I laugh. At Marvin's joy of life and at my own reflection. I've got freckles. From mud.
Marvin, he's lying in true cocker-style on the couch. With his legs up and enjoying life. Actually, I should be vacuuming the hair-wind witches off the floor. But for some reason, both cats and dogs aren't fans of the vacuum cleaner. I'm not really one myself. But for other reasons. In fact, I hate cleaning. It's just a necessity, especially with 3 furry pets that shed 365 days a year.
I mindlessly throw the advertisements on the floor, hang up the laundry, and in record time Marvin has designed a puzzle. I had no idea an advertisement could be divided into so many pieces. Now it won't work anymore. The vacuum cleaner is started.
Marvin wants to go out into the garden again. I stand guard at the patio door – towel ready. There is definitely a female dog in heat. There is dirt in the gun and he is drooling. There is a lot of peeing and I spot a gift on the patio. Half a mouse. Thanks for that, Hunter. I will pick it up before Marvin or the other cat Tiger brings it inside. I am probably a bit ungrateful. I do not appreciate those gifts or a blood-filled tick on the sofa. I am not a fan of flea bites either.
But I appreciate having pets. Having a dog. It makes a huge difference in my life. I dry Marvin's paws, finish vacuuming, and drink my now cold tea with the secret ingredient. Cat and dog hair.
Behind the blog
Charlotte is approaching 50. She works in accounting by day. She loves taking pictures, writing and reading, is interested in healthy eating and gluten-free baking. She spends a lot of time growing vegetables and gardening.
Marvin is a brown 4-year-old stubborn and happy cocker spaniel. He is a spoiled couch dog, family dog and home-trained service dog. He loves teddy bears and new adventures. As long as there is no vacuum cleaner in the adventure.
Paw prints, cleaning and joy of life
Paw prints, cleaning and joy of life – A completely ordinary morning with a dog.
“Hey… No Marvin! Come down from there!” A fresh-faced and very happy dog came to take a lap of joy in bed after he had been out in the garden to pee. Tired from the morning, I follow the dog into the kitchen. Barefoot, I step over the water on the floor. For some reason, the dog doesn’t close its mouth after its last mouthful of water. I make myself a cup of tea and take a step back. “Ouch!” Dry food feels like stepping on Lego bricks. At least then I’m awake.
“The sheets,” I hear myself say out loud and yep, it definitely rained last night. Because the proof is right there in the middle of the bed. Not only does he make paw prints in my heart, he also likes to share them everywhere else. Note to self… Now teach that dog to dry those paws by the patio door – every time!
It works pretty well after a walk. We've found a good rhythm there. The bathroom is just inside the front door, and Marvin has learned to jump straight from the walk and into the bathtub. But it's about being quick. If I take too long to start the water, he'll start shaking, and the walls will be decorated with the finest stains of mud mixed with drool and snot. In his eagerness to be super-skilled, this time he'll jump onto the floor before I can find the towel, and if I wasn't wet, I was. I throw off my socks and have him dry himself. I laugh. At Marvin's joy of life and at my own reflection. I've got freckles. From mud.
Marvin, he's lying in true cocker-style on the couch. With his legs up and enjoying life. Actually, I should be vacuuming the hair-wind witches off the floor. But for some reason, both cats and dogs aren't fans of the vacuum cleaner. I'm not really one myself. But for other reasons. In fact, I hate cleaning. It's just a necessity, especially with 3 furry pets that shed 365 days a year.
I mindlessly throw the advertisements on the floor, hang up the laundry, and in record time Marvin has designed a puzzle. I had no idea an advertisement could be divided into so many pieces. Now it won't work anymore. The vacuum cleaner is started.
Marvin wants to go out into the garden again. I stand guard at the patio door – towel ready. There is definitely a female dog in heat. There is dirt in the gun and he is drooling. There is a lot of peeing and I spot a gift on the patio. Half a mouse. Thanks for that, Hunter. I will pick it up before Marvin or the other cat Tiger brings it inside. I am probably a bit ungrateful. I do not appreciate those gifts or a blood-filled tick on the sofa. I am not a fan of flea bites either.
But I appreciate having pets. Having a dog. It makes a huge difference in my life. I dry Marvin's paws, finish vacuuming, and drink my now cold tea with the secret ingredient. Cat and dog hair.
Behind the blog
Charlotte is approaching 50. She works in accounting by day. She loves taking pictures, writing and reading, is interested in healthy eating and gluten-free baking. She spends a lot of time growing vegetables and gardening.
Marvin is a brown 4-year-old stubborn and happy cocker spaniel. He is a spoiled couch dog, family dog and home-trained service dog. He loves teddy bears and new adventures. As long as there is no vacuum cleaner in the adventure.