happiness is obviously fascinated by my typing on the keyboard... or the energy that i exude, the aura thing, when i am happily rambling on without a care in the world... or complaining, even... he sits and stares at me when he wakes up until i wake up and then stares at me until i stand up and then bounces around like he's never been out of the house before (he's out five or six times a day since that i'm home a lot and his walks are a lot longer than they were when both jackson and i were working, but he loves being outside sniffing dirt and plants and other dogs and marking his territory in his imaginary way... imaginary cuz he will continue lifting his left and marking his territory long after his bladder is way empty which is party why he bleeds from sqeezing so hard so we have to stop him from doing that which is sad cuz it is something he loves to do, but anyway, where were we?) and after bouncing for a while he sits and stares until i get dressed and put on shoes and grab his leash and then he bolts for the door with his tail wagging like it wants to fall off as he tries to hold still while i connect his leash to his collar and we head outside together (he bolts out the door and runs right to the closest dirt on the lawn in front of the house _where the grass has dead spots from his peeing in the same spot so much and the rain brings a urine spell right to our door and mold on the concrete} with jackson, but he's learned not to do that with me... with me he walks on the sidewalk until the big tree out front further from the door)...
after the walk he drinks water and stares at his bowl and if there's no food in it, he'll wait a few and then go lay down... if i am sitting he will stare until the food magically appears in his bowl... he eats in six seconds or less and heads back to his living room pillow-bed and with this big happy grin sits and stares some more... like all there is to do in the world is play... well, i suppose he senses that is how i live too, but i play at things that he isn't very good at (like tapping on this keyboard, no to suggest i am very good at it, but i can at least form some words now and then and he just sniffs and licks and writes jibberish that seldom forms words {not like my jibberish, aye?} and there is only so much rilling around scratching and toy chasing i want to do in the morning)...
anyway, all this to say his staring has started quite early this morning... and i mean his dedicated staring, the staring that lingers for more than fifteen minutes as if there is some serious thing i simply must do for him like right now... but happiness, you've been walked, run, fed, watered, scratched, and given love... you'll just have to wait a bit for more cuz it is, after all, early... i should still be sleeping, ya know?...
narf :)
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