Dogs know.
HOW they know escapes me. Can they read a calendar? It appears not. Do they have Dog Telepathy? That must be it.
Ruby the Corgi loves, adores, and worships Pool Dude. Seriously: she thinks that guy is the best thing that has ever walked across the surface of the planet.
Pool Dude comes around on Tuesday. And I’ll be damned if she does not know when it’s Tuesday.
Can she read a calendar? One would think not: she’s a DOG, after all. Besides which, the only calendar in the house hangs on a wall in my office, halfway to the ceiling. Even if she could read it, she couldn’t see it well enough to parse out the day of the week.
But come any Tuesday morning, that dog is standing at the door waiting for him.
And OH! The joy when she spots him.
My joy, too: the man keeps that pool sparkling clean. He’s amazing…and he does it with just one visit a week. When I tried to keep it clean, I’d be dorking with it every day…and I sure never got it to look like it does now. Not one day a week, to say nothing of seven days a week. But one weekly trip from Pool Dude keeps the thing looking pristine: every day!
Arf!!!