I absolutely detest it when the two-legged mortal with the funny eyes from next door gets up so early in the morning and switches on the light in his bedroom. Having the alert personality that I am born with, this means that I also have to shake off my sleep and be wide awake. After all, I cannot sleep when somebody in the vicinity is awake, can I?
As things stand it is bad enough that my masters stay awake till quite late at night staring at the funny device which displays those moving pictures and makes funny loud noises. Although I have to admit that it does feel nice whenever they watch something related to my people some of the days. Yes, it is quite distressing when they show my elder cousins devour smaller prey with gay abandon, but that is the only way I get to see them ever, given that they are probably roaming in the wild a few months walk away.
But I digress. Coming back to the point I was trying to make, the fact that my masters sleep so late in the night means that I get my few winks of sleep only after they settle down for the night. And when the two-legged mortal next door gets up so early in the morning (in fact, so early that the moon is still in the sky and the sun is still a few hours away from making an appearance) it means that I rarely get any sleep at all.
As if all this was not bad enough, the new small being upstairs keeps moaning and wailing all through the night as well, which ensures that whatever little shut eye I get is also disturbed. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore all these small beings as they are cute, cuddly and generally very loving. The wide open eyes with which they initially watch me, the fun little games they play with me when they start walking upright, the bundles of little energy they grow up into, are all really good things to look forward to when they are born. But the initial two years when they are really little and can barely crawl are really painful, especially if they are the sort that keep awake all night and sleep well during the day. After all, me and my kind are frowned upon if we end up sleeping during the day. It is just not done.
In any case, I have had a good life so far. For ten long dog years, this family which adopted me as a pup, has treated me really well. In fact they have treated me far better than they treat some of their own kind. I have been fed well, kept well exercised, taken to the medicine man whenever I needed some medication, well-loved and really appreciated as well. What more can a dog ask for? Especially someone as old as me who is by now well on his way to that wonderful place where all dogs go to when they go to sleep permanently.
Having said that I have always wondered what it would be like to have the companionship of somebody like me. I have always lived with these two legged mortals and have only now and then had opportunities to interact with my own kind. And even those interactions have been very temporary and have lasted only a few minutes. But then, having seen other stray brothers and sisters who struggle even for daily food, I guess I have been more than lucky to have been adopted by this wonderful loving family.
Hmmm, I must be growing old, thinking about all these things so early in the morning. But what do I do? That stupid funny eyed man from next door refuses to switch off the light in his room and go to sleep.
This post has been written for Project 365 : A post a day where the intention is to publish at least one post a day based on the prompts provided. Today’s prompt was to write a story about myself from the perspective of an object, thing, animal or another person. Although I wrote this post from the perspective of Sheru, the lovely Labrador from next door, I didn’t quite write about myself, but instead wrote about some of the troubles he faces sleeping with his owners staying up really late and me getting up early in the morning.