Welcome to my world, where four paws and wet noses reign. A world where I'm kind of a mistress, but in fact it seems more like a servant. It's not that I'm complaining, I'm just stating the fact: my dogs live clearly better than me.
Let's start in the morning. While I, a sleepy fly, try to realize that it's not night outside, and it's time to get up for work, my lazy creatures are peacefully dozing in bed. Moreover, they do not just doze off, but take the most comfortable poses, spreading out with an asterisk and occupying the lion's share of the blanket. An attempt to kick them out of a warm bed usually ends with a wet kiss on the nose and an offended look. Well, how can you resist here? You have to admit defeat and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast not only for yourself, but also for your demanding subjects.
But then the most interesting part begins. While I'm busy with my own affairs, my tailed friends carefully monitor everything that happens in the house. They are especially interested in what exactly I eat. As soon as I'm away for a minute, they're already rummaring in the plate. And God forbid, something tasty will catch their eyes! It certainly won't do without loud indignation and plaintive looks. You have to share, otherwise there will be no peace.
But that's not all. My dogs are real relaxation experts. They easily switch from one pleasure to another. Sometimes they are happy to lie in the sun, sometimes they chase flies, sometimes they just sit and look out the window, watching the birds. And all this with an absolutely carefree look. No thoughts about work, deadlines or mortgages bother them.
And here I am... I'm always thinking about something. About work, about everyday problems, about the future. Sometimes it seems to me that I'm just a robot that spins like a squirrel in a wheel. What about my dogs? They live in the moment, enjoying every moment. And it's, I admit, a little enviable.
Of course, they also have their own responsibilities. For example, to guard the house. Although, judging by their reaction to the postman, it's more like a friendly greeting. Or ask for a walk. Moreover, they ask so convincingly that it is simply impossible to refuse.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking that my dogs and I have changed roles. As a caring mother, I worry about them, and they, like spoiled children, use my attention. But you know what? I like this game. Because looking at their happy faces, I'm starting to feel a little happier myself.
So, if you ever see me walking with my dogs, don't be surprised if I smile. It's just that at this moment I remember how good it is to be a dog. At least for a few minutes.
