The Chocolate Lab doesn’t take
note of the time change; he just
goes by his body clock and the sun.
So, now he’s up and ready to rock
and roll an hour early while our
body clocks adjusted instantaneous-
ly because it was a fall-back and not
spring-forward meaning an extra
hour’s sleep. He wants to eat at
the same time, to give him a little
space, but an hour earlier for us. Then
at three p.m. he’s all herky-jerky in
front of the kitchen cupboard and
not paying any attention to his torn
ACL on his right leg or the arthritis
in his left elbow. He’s just thinking
dinner, treat, cookie behind the door
or whatever he names that which is
standing in his way to food; it doesn’t
matter what we call it, it all is the
same thing just as long as he gets it,
and soon. He’s not thinking four p.m.,
but I am and I will be thinking six a.m.
instead of seven a.m. tomorrow morning
and it’s then I know I will get my
revenge in the spring.