Big day! Poppet completed her off-leash training with John, her trainer. She sure is going to miss him coming by to work with her. Bet she’ll be thinking, Why doesn’t he call?
This little dog brings us so much joy. It’s hard to remember what our household was like without her. I’m the first one up in our house. Usually around 4:00 a.m. Poppet sleeps on her little bed in my office while I read my Bible and answer e-mail and drink coffee. About the time I go downstairs for my third and final mug of half-caf, my mother is awake and her bedroom door is open. Poppet darts into her room and up onto her lap. She couldn’t care less if Mom is eating breakfast or reading her Bible. That lap is hers and Mom had better be ready!
Poppet gets wired up by mid-morning and it’s pretty much non-stop energy for the rest of the day. Inside, outside, catch the frisbee, chew on a bone, bark at the doorbell, demand attention, etc. And then, somewhere around 7:00 p.m., she becomes mellow-dog. While I sit on the sofa with my laptop, she curls up alongside me and sleeps.
Yep. It’s official. She rules the roost.