Sometimes when I first wake up, I let my mind wander. I imagine all sorts of things like:

If my dogs were famous humans, who would they be?

Rogie’s easy. He’d be Simon Pegg.

Streaka? Maybe Katherine Hepburn.

Tighe could be George Clooney. He’s suave, good-looking, and aging well.

Dayton’s the tough one…I just can’t think of a tall, goofy-looking guy with a wicked sense of humour.

Other days (those days when I really don’t want to get up straight away but can still smell the coffee), I wonder if it would be possible to train the dogs to make coffee and bring it to me. I’m sure, given the right equipment, any of them could be trained to make coffee. It’s no problem to teach a dog to push a button and move things around on a counter. But how would they react to the task?

Streaka would just out and out refuse to do it. “Don’t you have staff for that, darling?”

Rogie? Well, he’d get so excited about having made coffee that he’d run back and forth with the mug, spilling it everywhere.

Dayton could make it for sure but he’d drink it all himself.

That leaves Tighe. Clever, eager to please, and not a coffee-drinker…

If only he had thumbs.

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