Well, Chappy had a practically perfect day today.

First, he got to sleep on the bed last night, so this morning started by him doing one of his favorite things–waking up his Mom. Unlike some other dogs I hear about, he’s very patient about this in the morning–he’s not pestering me to get up at 6:45, when we get up on weekdays. No, he even knows that I usually hit the snooze button 2 times before I’m ready to wake up and waits patiently for it to beep the third time at 8:42 before he comes over and gives me a good morning kiss. Then, he stretches out alongside me with his paws on my pillow while we say good morning to each other. This, I love, because he’s normally not a smoochy boy at all, but I suppose he’s grateful for getting to sleep at the foot of the bed all night long.

Anyway, we got up and had breakfast–and Chappy got a little bit of corn muffin, just because. I did some basic cleaning and such, but about 10:30, the four of us all went for a long walk around the neighborhood. As in, we haven’t had a walk that long in months! But it was a beautiful day–about 85 degrees (F), no humidity to speak of, blue skies–the kind of rare NJ summer day that, on the occasions that it shows up at all, is almost always on a weekday when I’m at work. It would even have been a good Park day, if we had felt at all inclined to climb into the car. By the end of the walk, though, Chappy’s tongue was happily hanging out of his mouth–the perfect end to a good walk.

Then, lunch. I had tuna, and Chappy LOVES tuna. (Neither of us gets seafood as often as we’d like, really.) Naturally, I shared, and he very much enjoyed it.

Then, we sat outside on the deck. For a couple of hours. All that fresh air and relaxation. Bliss for Chappy. About the only drawback was that he wasn’t down in the yard in the grass … and, for the record, I would have let him, except then he would have spent the entire time sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me to join him. Neither of us would have been able to relax! And, of course, he never actually naps when he’s outside–too many interesting things to watch, hear, and sniff.

So, about the only negative to his day is that he really hasn’t had a good, serious nap all day.

Yeah, I know. Poor, tortured boy.

Oh, and supper? In addition to his regular, delicious, home-cooked food, he got leftover london broil added to his dish.

Yep. I know. We torture him.

He had to help clean out his grandpa’s ice cream dish, too.

Although, honestly? I haven’t heard him complaining.

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