Sunny sat at the top of the stairs, watching his eyelids and concentrating his ears on the heavy breathing abed. He tried to match exhales, but dog lungs are troubled when they try to sync with bipeds.
The open bathroom door let skylight into the dog duvet landing, and Sunny had his face wrinkled hard. The pair of feeding feet finally hit the floor next door.
Pretending to limited excitation seemed key to a fast-filled bowl. Downcastness casts effectively for cast down kibble. And so it was after a flush and a flutter downstairs.
Four legs are better than two on flat ground. Stutter-foursteps can learn stairs, but only insofar as a shaky hand can learn forceps. No awkwardness will wait for breakfast.
After a five second feast, dessert is cast out the back door. Sunny follows, unaware that the first bladder emptying of the day will follow his nose. But here it is, a sprint to the back fence and a raised leg.
Back inside to wait to walk, to chalk up the couch with expectant drool, and hold back the solids and marking liquids. Fresh coffee smell equals patience hell.
Roman Ryan 