We have a new dog. Her name is Piper.
I’m not what you would call a “dog lover,” or any other animal for that matter, but Piper is quickly becoming a part of our family.
Early one morning, I thought I heard her bark. I looked at the clock: 4:48. Can’t be, I thought, so I closed my eyes. Then I heard another bark. It was Piper. I figured somebody was walking by the house so she was letting us know.
I opened the bedroom door. She was wagging her tail in expectation of something good. She needed to go out, and quickly. I peeked out the window. Everything was wet from the rain. I pulled on the closest pair of rain boots I could find — Toby’s.
Out we went. Me in my nightgown and black rubber boots, three sizes too big. Good thing we live in the country and our back yard is fairly private. The neighbors would be calling me that “crazy old dog lady.”
Piper did her duty, as I had guessed, and we went back into the house.
She’s a pretty smart dog, Australian cattle dog/black Lab mix. She knows she’ll get a treat after potty time. She took off for the food canister.
She does this cute little dance when she senses food, like she has springs on her feet. I thought, “It’s too early to be this excited,” but excited she was.
Ten minutes later, Piper was curled up on her blanket, and I headed back to bed.
Where’s Toby during all this time? Sleeping, I think. I didn’t have the heart to wake him up to take her out because he’s the one who walks her the majority of the time. He’s a night owl, so it’s not unusual for Piper to be walked at 2 or 3 a.m., depending on what’s on TV.