This morning he woke me up half an hour before sunrise to play kibble catch. He often does this in the morning. It's a ritual.
It starts with Biggie yelling outside my window for me to wake up. I open the blinds, he hops from his yelling perch onto the fence outside the window next to my bed. I open the window and attempt to throw kibbles to him while my body and brain try to figure out if I'm still dreaming. My aim sucks at first. I miss a lot. Biggie yells at me. Yells at the cat. The yelling and the cool morning air wake me up a little more and my aim gets better.
Sometimes I get to go back to sleep afterwards, depending on the time. Usually he comes by at least an hour AFTER sunrise, Biggie, so I can't get some decent sleep before work.
It's not like he's starving. It's not like there aren't several bowls full of the exact same if not better kibbles all over my windowsills that he takes full advantage of when I'm not home.
It's not like he doesn't know how to forage for fresher and tastier things than dried up dog kibble, either.
It has nothing to do with food, really.
It has everything to do with me being the luckiest fucking human being on the planet.
Even half an hour before sunrise.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Give it a try. But first watch this video starting at 7:00 so you can see Biggie pushing his empty food bowl around the roof of my car like the bulldozing elephant he is.
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