29/12/2024
There is no chance that anyone gets to sleep in in our home.
There is a thump, another thump, a couple of thumps and that is The Power stretching her legs out of her pod (she sleeps in a furry pod like a joey) on the floor beside the bed.
We get a little high pitched breath noise.
And that's when it starts.
"Grizzle" - a one word moniker like "Madonna" or "Bono" or "Rhianna" starts to do her very best grizzling noise - and it can go on for as long as Pavarotti can hit a high note.
Muttering "shut up Grizzle" only encourages her - knowing she has woken her quarry (husband and I) and she is prepared to come back and do a second concert, with a couple of encores.....
Thump, Thump (like a base guitar) grizzle, grizzle, thump, grizzle, grizzle thump, long grizzle.....it does not stop until I fling the covers back and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.
There she is, swaying to her own music like a weird Taylor Swift, all legs, head on the side, doing some sort of Kath and Kim Riverdance move with her front legs.
It's cute for the first 200 times......
Everyone is up, the doors are open, and I express Quinn's bladder and bowel and change her nappy - then get the medication for Kween and Harry - and by the time my eyes have opened I see Grizzle standing at the end of the hallway rug......waiting....like Dame Edna ready to hit the stage from the wings.....
I pick her up and the complete smugness is overwhelming. Eyes slitty shut, ears back, head bobbing, no neck - we go in to the bedroom and open the shutters and look out together.
Are you happy now?
The head is bobbing, the tongue is out, and I'm fairly sure she has done her duty for the day.
Honestly this dog......she's a pistol.