A Day in the Life of Logan the Dog

I’m running through this giant open field on a beautiful sunny afternoon. I love feeling the wind in my hair as I run full speed, like one of those cheesy movies I see on TV from time to time. While there is no end in site, it doesn’t bother me. It’s just peacef – LOGAN!

And that’s all it takes to wake me from my peaceful sleep. I spring to my feet and do a quick scan of the room for danger. All clear. So I poke my nose through the door and make my way to the kitchen. It’s breakfast time. Hi Mom! Ruff! As my mom fills up my bowl she shoots me a smile and pat on the head. It’s nice to see her, even if she is out of the house most of the day. I scarf down my food and get ready for a walk. That really is one of my favourite words. Walk. So simple and yet it holds so much promise and possibility. Walk! Walk! The leash is in my mouth. Waiting by the door – WALK?

Mom grabs my leash and I can’t sit still. I begin to circle her and want to let out a bark to show my eagerness. But I know people are sleeping so I continue to circle until I hear the click of the leash as it connects to my necklace with other assorted thingamabobs around my neck. We head out the door and away we go. FINALLY!

We walk. See some of the other dogs – but not many – cuz I’m an early bird! Sniff. Sniff. Hey. Wait. Is that a bird. Sniff. Why are we stopped? WHOOSH, as the big thing on wheels whizzes by. OH! Okay then. Thanks, mom! Can we go NOW? Please? More walking. Sniffing. This time I sit at the next corner. I feel like I should. Another pat on the head. Then more walking. Heading home now.

Upon returning to the house, I feel a sense of accomplishment as I’ve left my mark all around the neighbourhood. Peeing on assorted bushes, stones and trees can be deeply rewarding. After all, I wouldn’t want some other dog to think he could just claim those things. Mine! Right, mom? Sorry but you have to wake up pretty early to beat me, pal.

I notice everyone else is awake now as I re-enter the kitchen. I get more attention but everyone is pretty busy getting ready for stuff. More pats please? I nuzzle into some of the others. Back and forth. I smile at them. A little bark. SHH LOGAN! Fiiiinnneeeee! They are getting ready to go. I don’t know what this work concept is I keep hearing about, but maybe I should get a job. I see signs for dog walker on posts. Maybe they’ll pay me to walk around. That would be great. I do love walks. I could go for another one… Oh! The I hear the big picture box. TV. I think they call it TV.

As everyone heads out the door, I get my usual “Bye Logan” and “Watch the house”.

This job is pretty easy for me. Whenever I hear watch the house, I head into the living room to watch whatever is on TV. I think they think I’m actually watching the house. Don’t tell them though. This is a pretty sweet gig. Time for a lie down and a scratch.

*Yawn*

I’m in the open field again. Running full speed with the sun on my face and wind in my hair.

But wait. I hear something. It sounds like key – “GET OUTTA HERE, GET OUTTA HERE” I yell at the back door as I prepare for whatever danger is about to enter. Then I hear a familiar voice on the other side and I know they’re home.

They open the door and shoot me a smile as they are as happy to see me as I am to see them –and not just because it’s dinner time either. But I can’t open that food bag on my own, so it helps they’re here. Before I know it, my bowl is being filled and fresh water is being poured. Next comes a walk and maybe I can even mooch a ride in the car… Ride? Car? WOOF! but that’s another story altogether…

Andrew Cruz

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