I got up that Sunday morning a little after 5 o'clock. During these long summer days it’s more or
less my usual time. Has to be
early. It’s the only time I can take my
dog Rainey for a run. Rainey is day
blind; can’t see the paw in front of her nose once the sun starts to peek out
so we have to hit it while it’s still dark.
And so when I staggered out of bed Rainey jumped out of her's,
did her happy laps around the bedroom while I shushed her lest she wake the little woman and then she rumbled down the stairs.
“Sorry Rainey, I’ll let you out to do your business but
then it’s back to bed." She wasn't getting it yet. While she was
outside I crawled into my clothes and threw the camp chairs into the
truck. Rainey came back inside, wagging
her hind quarters expecting me to grab the leash until I sent her up the stairs. “Back to bed girl,” as she sulked up the
stairs