Angelina decided that 6 am was a good time for me to wake up. In fact, I literally do not use an alarm clock anymore because I know that her hours are between 6:30-7:45 am (on average) to want to go outside to use the bathroom.
As we walked outside, she was fascinated with crumbs from food people had dropped and as usual I was intrigued by the group of people who get up at the crack of dawn to exercise. I have never, ever understood early morning exercise. I guess it’s great for those who are employed and have kids and things to do the rest of the day and they wouldn’t find time otherwise, but I am just not physically equipped to handle early mornings. My stomach hurts, I get nauseous, and I am cranky. After 7 am I’m usually ok, but between 7:30 and 8 is my ideal wake up time. I can’t believe that my freshman year in college I had class every day at 8 am (French drills) and I would get up, get dressed, get breakfast, and then go to class. You can bet that by the end of the year, I would roll out of bed, put clothes on and wait to get breakfast.
I haven’t spoken enough about Angie on my blog and the huge role she has played in my life since I got her. Even on days when I’m feeling a little down, staying in bed is not an option. She needs to use the bathroom, eat, be walked, played with, and entertained. She keeps me busy when I emotionally need myself to be busy. And when I’m busy with school work or working on the blog, she does this:
After she eats, she picks up her bowl and decides to scrape the insides of it as if more food will magically appear. Then she will carry the bowl around our apartment and eventually get tired of it or I’ll take it away because she’s like a little kid with pots and pans, and she’ll settle down.
I have to say that despite the first few weeks of her acting out and being a little difficult, within a little over a month she has become such an amazing dog. She was potty trained in less than two weeks, she’s learning more and more how to behave politely (like not jumping ON TOP of my kitchen counters- which she does by climbing on chairs and barstools and my apartment isn’t that big so I can’t move things around), and she’s just a wonderful, amazing dog. She even whimpers when I’m crying or when she can sense that I’m upset or irritated about something and her favorite thing in the world is what I call “Mama time,” which means I sit on the ground and rub her belly and give her massages and just gently talk to her like a baby. She could sit there for hours.
I love you, Angie. I’m so glad that I found you and I think fate brought us together.
Angelina is once again proof for me that rescue dogs are AMAZING!! They are so grateful for love and affection and she is eager to both give and receive. I wish that human relationships were more like that, but I’m grateful for animal companionship.
Feel free to link pictures to your own pets! I’d love to hear about them and any crazy antics or cuteness!