You see, he and I have had this amazing routine for years now - it started in 2007 when I started working from home - I wait for the kids to leave the house (I'll admit - I don't do mornings so hubby is the one rushing the kids around and out the door) and then I saunter downstairs and head over to his dog crate in my office, all covered with his dark sheet so he isn't disturbed by the sunlight, and let him out.
He runs to the back door ready to chase a squirrel and do his duty and then back inside for his breakfast and some conversation. It usually sounds like this:
"Hey Bubba (although his name is Coach). Good morning. You hungry?"
He never responds.
I'll grab a quick bite, turn on the radio,
This past school year things changed a little - there was bus duty thrown into the mix at 2:10 p.m. That usually involved barking on his behalf as I left the house to walk down the end of our street. This year, there will be trips to the school as the bus ride home is off the list. I'm sure that will evoke the same barking that the bus exit did.
So you see, for years now at the start of the school year there is this return of "normal" for the dog. This celebration dance I'm doing right now is not for me...it's totally for him. I'm so happy his routine is back! He's not getting any younger, ya know.