Every morning, our routine. After making the bed and changing out of my nightclothes, Cheyenne and I excitedly head downstairs where her collar and leash and my tennis shoes wait to be filled. And we step out into the morning for our walk, she sniffing and discovering and me observing and watching, being uplifted by the changing morning sky.
When we return home, I pour a cup of coffee and read the newspaper while I wait for Cheyenne to cool down before feeding her.
After she has eaten, she'll roam around my feet for a while, and we'll go through the back scratching routine and then she'll get bored with that and retreat to her bed in the kitchen. And there she waits. And what she waits for at this point is for me to leave so that she'll be fed a treat. Look at that face. The impatient look says Go on, leave already so that I can have a treat. And then I'm going to run upstairs and jump up on your bed for a nice long nap.