Morning Ritual
It’s 7 a.m. and the alarm rings. Yaza then climbs up my bed and procedes to licking my face if I don’t throw her out. Bathroom, shower, teeth, hairbrush. Back into the bedroom. Yaza looks lazily at me from my bed, making me feel jealous just for kicks. Clothes, need some clothes. Makeup. Okay, feet. Can’t go barefeet.
Socks.
Oh my god, socks! Yaza’s favorite part of the day, when she sees me handling socks. She jumps up and down, licks the HELL out of me if I let her, anywhere she can reach. And then… Shoelaces. DELICIOUS SHOELACES. Must be cute. Must be wonderfully irresistible. Must make my human feel like crap for going to work.
And then we go downstairs, have our breakfasts and she goes out to play with the other doggies for a while, while I come burry myself into piles of css and html codes.