You’d think that somehow, with that sickish feeling you get when the world is coming down around you, that the morning would stand out. Be different. Or at least, something about it would be different.


Not a bit. Regardless of events in my life — good, bad and catastrophic — morning is the same. Wake up. My back hurts. Spend half an hour awake, in bed, checking email, wondering if there’s any chance I might be able to go back to sleep. Looking to see if there’s a prompt to which I feel like responding.

Maybe I won a contest and became an overnight millionaire  (dream on, my lovely, dream on). Somewhere, someone is winning those big lottery prizes. Why not me?

And finally, fully awake, getting up. Finding my glasses. Brushing teeth and meandering to the kitchen to be greeted by three dogs, spinning and yipping in joy. “The giver of biscuits has arisen. She has come! Oh biscuits, oh great joy of morning!”


I insist I be allowed to start the coffee before distributing the first treats of the day. I need to know the coffee will come soon. Hot, rich coffee. Mmm. Click. Hiss. Yes. I can hear that drip beginning and just a hint of the taste wafts from the machine to my nose. Vanilla. It’s vanilla coffee today.

The little dogs are spinning so fast you’d think they’d fall down dizzy, but it never happens. The big one is trying to spin, but he’s a klutz and spends more time bumping into things than getting a good spin going. “Okay,” I say. “The big moment is here. Are we ready?”

Yip, whine, woof, grr. I think it means they’re ready. Tooth cleaning biscuits for the little guys with dental problems. Until a couple of days ago, my biggest financial worry — the short-term rather the longer view concern — was how to find affordable dental care for the terriers. Since I’m now worrying about staying alive, the terriers have dropped into the number two worry slot. One must prioritize.

I have a substantial chewy in hand for Bishop, the big furry dude.”Hey, Bubba, come and get it!

With a doggie grin and a shake of his silky coat, he gently takes the cookie from my hand, but maintains his position in the kitchen in preparation for the next round of goodies.


The terriers are dancing as I give them each an oral hygiene greenie … which fortunately, they love. Bonnie is a Scottie and has to take her greenie to the other room and hide while she consumes it. It’s a Scottie thing: never let another dog see what you do with your bones. Nan is a Norwich and getting on in years. She’ll just hang with the Bishop by the treats container. She is very focused.


I go over and wash the couple of things in the sink. I hear heavy breathing behind me. The fur children are restless. Time for round two. After which, it’s my turn. The coffee is ready. My cup is waiting. I need that coffee. If I were one of the dogs, I’d be spinning too.

Nothing is different from yesterday or the day before that. My world is upside down but everything is exactly the same. How weird is that?


  1. RoSy October 5, 2013 / 12:18 am

    Awww…Your fur-kids are cute 🙂 🙂 🙂


  2. alienorajt October 5, 2013 / 5:20 am

    Oh, how sweet. They look adorable – and I love the expression ‘the fur children’…


    • Teepee12 October 5, 2013 / 11:41 am

      Food. That’s what the expression means. Though with Bishop, the big guy … a similar bur more dewy eyed look means “I love you so much I am going to climb … all 90 pounds of fur and toenails … into your lap, pin you to the sofa and lick you until you can’t breathe anymore.” He has love fits.


  3. Life in the 50's and beyond... October 5, 2013 / 6:48 am

    I think I need that sameness everyday….especially when things are not going well. We have to hang on to what is comfortable to make it through the uncomfortable. Hope you are feeling better.


    • Teepee12 October 5, 2013 / 10:45 am

      That sameness is very grounding. The dogs just want their biscuits and the coffee is good 🙂 So, there’s life still.


  4. babsje October 5, 2013 / 7:54 am

    “The Giver of Biscuits!” I love it, and what adorable beasties with such. Imploring eyes. Happy Saturday morning yipping all around no doubt. Thanks for the heart~warming post, and also the link back. Best, Babsje


    • Teepee12 October 5, 2013 / 10:54 am

      The ONLY way I can ever get that look of intensity in their eyes is when I have food in hand. Sometimes, I think it’s adoration … and maybe that’s there too … but only food will rivet their attention quite like that 🙂


      • Garry Armstrong October 5, 2013 / 11:15 am

        As temporary first person up in the morning, it’s all a blur — but the biscuits are parcelled out as I stumble over the children, hoping to make it safely back to bed.


        • Teepee12 October 5, 2013 / 11:38 am

          Your ability to go back to sleep is something to treasure. I wish I could. Oh how much I wish I could. Then you’d probably never get me up at all!


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