I’m a Dog

So I was looking at my dog sleeping next to me on the couch this afternoon, and I was wondering how he sleeps so much. I know he sleeps through the night, spending the whole time at the foot of my parent’s bed. Oreo used to wonder around the house at night, making sure it was safe, but Mario sleeps. We play outside, if the weather is nice, but that’s usually only once a day or so. He has a lot of time to kill, and I was wondering what he would do if we just let him do his thing. In the wild, dogs would spend their time getting food, but domesticated dogs don’t have to worry about that. It has been that way his entire life, so he isn’t used to any other lifestyle.

I, however, did things during the day for most of my life. Now I’m on the same schedule as my dog. I’m living off the fat of the land: living at home all my basic expenses are taken care of, and I don’t need to worry about getting money for food or rent. So what do I do with this time? Plan, dream, think about things that I quickly forget. I’m not sure if Mario is doing the same. I wouldn’t be surprised either way.

I’m dog-sitting for neighbors this week, so I have to get up early to walk and feed him, then again around dinner, and walk him once before I go to bed. Their dog, Pokey, has even more free time than me and Mario combined. Since the house is empty, he is on his own for most of the day. Pokey is a dog with a lot of energy, so I can’t imagine this suits him well. I’ll hang out with him for a while, so he’s less lonely. Tonight I watched Daily Show / Colbert Report over there instead of here, so he would have some company for a while.