I am reminded of an old Mama Cass song as I write this post. And, funny, I was very fond of her when she was alive even at the ripe old age of eight years old -- and I, as you know if you read this excuse for a blog very often, was very fond of our Boxer, Doris.
At 4 A.M. I woke up for no apparent reason and decided I needed some water. Upon returning to bed I saw Georgia laying at Big Daddy's feet, on the bed, where she's not supposed to be. Billie, being the good girl that she is was on her bed, in the floor on my side of the bed. I figured that making Georgia get down would wake up the whole house and decided to let her be. As I lay there trying to get back to sleep I recalled how Doris used to wake me up every morning and it brought a smile to my face rather than tears. Hence, the title for this post.
Every morning at 6:30 (except Sunday) Doris would to stand, "hands" up on the side of the bed and very carefully stretch her face to meet mine and gently give me one lick on the nose. Sometimes she'd miss and lick my eye. But, it was such a sweet gesture to say, "It's time to get up, let me outside and feed me. I love you." Once I was out of bed, her enthusiasm was infectious.
Although she sometimes had to be reminded, she would patiently sleep in on Sundays until 8.
I still miss the old girl. But, now I'm smiling when I think of her.
Cameron and I are beginning to think her spirit lives on in Georgia. The longer we have her the more she begins to act like, play like, and eat like Doris. The biggest difference is that Georgia only weighs 45 pounds compared to Doris' 65, and she doesn't bark when I ask her questions. She barely even snorts. Billie has taken the baton at barking, except she doesn't make the pans hanging from the ceiling "ring" when she does it.