Now, on days I am not working, if I dare sleep in until 7am, a choir of sled dogs so kindly serenades me awake to remind me that they need morning breakfast. Kodiak is in fear that he may die if he misses a meal.
Malakai, Kodah, Rhyno, Bandit, Dartanian, Harley Quinn, Kodiak, and Lucy all quickly come back inside because heaven forbid they are outside more than 5 minutes, Donte, Luna, and Katori all like to remain outside while I get ready for the workday. Malakai, Kodiak and Kodah all have to be in the bathroom in someway while I get ready. Now my bathroom is a half bath and clearly doesn't fit 3 large dogs and myself comfortably. Doesn't bother them, I just have to stagger, jump, and get ready at awkward angles to see the mirror. I usually just end up standing or using the toilet as a chair just to make room.
Harley Quinn sits at the end of my bed and stares eerily at me while I get ready, Dartanian and Rhyno are also on the bed but are back asleep. Lucy lays on the bed next to the bathroom acting as the gate keeper to the bathroom. "Admission is one large bone. Don't have one? Take a hike!"
Bandit curls back up on the couch downstairs and falls asleep until I pour him his morning "soup". Not to mention it's my spot he quickly takes on the couch.
Donte, Luna, and Katori are usually chasing each other in circles in the backyard while the rest are inside monitoring me like the fashion police.
Then the long ordeal of getting their breakfast ready. They are particular little Pups I tell ya. I have to make them "soup" to pour over their kibble. Some dogs like "soup", some don't, some only want a little, and some want a lot. Then I have to give them their supplements in their food. This dog gets this amount, this dog gets that amount. It takes as long to get their breakfast ready as it takes me to get ready. Then I have to feed them in their designated areas. Now, I did not assign these areas, they have taken it upon themselves to ensure that I serve them where they want it.
Kodiak is a Hoover vacuum. He gets the slow feeder bowl and is still the first dog done. Then he is on the prowl to see who did not eat all their food yet. His first target is always Harley. She is not the fastest eater and I like to think that's because she wants to savor every bite but deep down I think its so she can yell at Kodiak. Now the high pitched squeals that come from her can only be described as a pot-bellied pig being cornered by a pack of wolves. Loud and never ending which takes her twice as long to eat.
Then its kennel time. Luckily, each dog knows their assigned kennel and they file in without hesitation. Once, I arrive home, its the same morning routine all over again with the same menu line up, divas, and demands.
Don't get me started on cleaning. Everyday I vacuum, wash the dog bowls, sweep the kitchen, and the dreaded poop patrol. I have to wash my bed linens every 3 days, along with the couch linens. I Swiffer the floor every other day, depending on the muddiness outside, sometimes more, and my dogs nose art on my windows frequently.
I am great at blowing up a vacuum at least every 1-2 months. I've always said that my house would be perfect to be a vacuum test location. I can put any vacuum through boot camp here.
Of course the shedding is never ending and each week its a different dog. So, I brush, blow dry, clean ears, clip toenails, and brush teeth weekly as well.
Then there is exercise. I try to engage the dogs in something everyday. While it could be dog sledding, free walking, running with me, walking around the house, or working at the dog bakery (taste testers. It's exhausting}, I try to stimulate their minds and bodies away from the normal routine as often as I can because that's when I see them light up.
While this is a lot of work to make sure they are happy and healthy, I don't see it as that. Someone once said if you love what you do, you will never work a day in your life.