A dog's life

Some days (especially Mondays, it seems) I wish I could trade lives with Frankie. See what I mean?

This dog is the ultimate couch potato. I joke with B all the time that I want to trade lives with him. Until B points out that since I am totally used to my crazy-busy lifestyle, I'd go nuts with nothing to do all day. Fine. So I modify my wish: I want to trade lives with Frankie AND be dumb enough to not realize what I'm missing out on. There. Perfect.

This stinky little creature seriously spends about 98 percent of his day asleep. The other two percent is spent begging for treats, pooping, or staring out the window...

Seriously, wouldn't you kill for Frankie's schedule?

7:15 a.m. - Wake up, eat breakfast

7:40 a.m. - Go for a walk, pee on some trees, run back and forth while looking for the ultimate place to poop

7:55 a.m. - Go back to bed after Mommy leaves for work, sleep until B wakes up

9:30 a.m. - After B leaves for work, sniff around the house for any crumbs that may have fallen from last night's dinner

9:30 a.m. - 6:20 p.m. - Nap ALL DAY LONG until Mommy or B comes home. Maybe a little play time here and there, or a quick bark out the window at someone passing by, but mostly just napping

6:30 p.m. - Mommy's home! Which also means time for dinner and a walk

7 p.m. - 10:30 p.m. - More napping. Maybe a few games of fetch, begging for human food, and begging even more for pets, but mostly just more napping

10:30 p.m. - Final walk of the night

10:45 - God only knows when - More napping and snuggling on the couch until Mom decides it's time for bed. Then, time to curl up in bed and get ready to start it all again tomorrow!

I just wish I could get as much sleep in a week as Frankie gets in a single day. Oh well, I guess that's the price we pay for being human. Plus, who can get mad at this face?

So readers, who do YOU want to trade schedules with???