Many dogs, or should I say all, have a sense of timing regarding “Wake-up” and meal times. Our Bessy-the-clock Berner seemed to have her own particular knack for telling time. When I retired from the Air Force, it took a while to find a house in the area where I found my new job. While I worked and house-hunted, my wife and Bessy stayed with my brother and his wife in the house where I grew up. I lived in a boarding house during the week and commuted “home” on Friday for the weekend, about 150 miles, one way.
My workload varied, and I couldn’t always depart at the same time on Friday afternoon; and traffic varied along the way. Consequently, my arrival varied as much as 30 to 45 minutes, but, somehow, Bessy always knew when I was about to arrive.
Like clockwork, about 10 minutes before I actually pulled into the driveway, Bessy would crawl onto the couch in the “front room,” and begin peering out the window. She wasn’t usually allowed on the couch, and didn’t get up there except for my return, but her timing was always right on!
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Jim in North Carolina