Momma claims that I am developing some "Mango-esque" traits. Why not? Even an absurdly large, big bully, cry baby, momma's dog had to get some things right.
Of late I have been sampling some of his favorite meditation locations and discovered that being next to Momma's comfy chair or grabbing the afternoon sun puddle on the living room carpet is quite satisfying.
Which led me to wonder "what was Mango doing in the dog cave every morning?"
Every day, like clockwork, that big old bumbling beast would retire to the dog cave after breakfast to lounge in his bed (albeit sometimes with a poor approximation of actually being "in" the bed).
"Why?" I asked my labraself, "would Captain Velcro opt to be in a room other than where his besotted momma was?"
I thought, "What the heck? I'll give it a try."
You know what? That walnut brain was on to something. Because I love the peace of having my own quiet time in the morning to meditate and plan my daily activities.
Thus, after breakfast, while Momma reads the daily news in her living room comfy chair, you can now find me in the dog cave, snuggled in my labrasized bed.
Momma thinks this is quite odd since 99.99% of the time I use my couch for relaxing and I am almost always striving to be in the same room with her. But sometimes a guy just needs space. You know what I mean?
How about you? Do you have any habits that your humans find curious, but that actually make sense if they would just use their little brains for a moment?
Dexter done!
