March 6, 2010

The week flew by. Cinn and I took Tracie with us on a trip to Starbucks. When we sat on the patio, we found quickly that we were sitting with some "dog people". Cinnamon sat there and lavished in their praises, as they regaled her about how cute she was. She got loads of attention from three people at another table, and got petted by an older gentleman who wanted to talk about Labradors.

Somehow, she seemed to realize that Sunday morning was Sunday morning. As I dozed in the bath, she started getting restless. By the time that I got out, she was pacing and whining. When I got out into the hallway, I asked her what was up. Assuming that she wanted to go outside, I followed her to the door. As we got there though, she made it clear that she actually did not want to go outside. Running to the front door, she sat and looked at her leash. I petted her and headed back toward the other door. She ducked under my hand, stayed by the front, whined, and waited.

Getting her message, I hooked her leash up. Contented, she waited for me to get the keys and head out to the car in my pyjamas. Rather than going to the back of the car, she got into her customary spot for Sunday mornings-- the passenger seat. We drove off to McDonald's, hit the drive thru, and she enjoyed her usual Sunday morning treat. Well, this time it was unusual because it was bacon, rather than sausage. As usual though, the lady praised and petted her through the window.