My name is Cuddles and I am a dog. If I could speak the first thing I would say is Cuddles is a crappy name. I am a dog not a gerbil. Why not Paul? Petey? or even Barney? Since I can speak for only a limited time, my name for now will be Ralph... and this is a day in my life...
The first thing I usually do is wake up, sometimes to the first sound of people or just to yell through the window at the less superior animals making a mess in my backyard. On this particular day lets just say that I woke up to my humans walking around up stairs. So of course I race up stairs as fast as I can and get a good scratch from every person I come in contact with. I know I don't really have a full understanding of people, but to me it seems that in the morning (or anytime during the day for that matter) everyone is so busy and is always rushing, nobody just sits and takes the time to enjoy the beautiful day. I don't understand it, but myself on the other hand, I do take the time to relax, might have a quick snooze before the female lets me roam outside for the day where I, unlike people, will enjoy this wonderful morning. I usually do a few laps around my fence chasing a few birds, maybe even a plane or two, then once I know everyone has left the house I relax again and stop pretending like I am actually guarding the house. Then I will do my daily butt cleaning and give it a good scrub, yes, with my tongue, it's a natural part of life, just accept it. After that I might do a little more running and then sleep and sleep and sleep... Then I usually wake up to the sound of my people arriving back home where I am then allowed to come back inside. At this time of day I get a much more thorough and longer belly rub, which makes me quite happy. Once everyone has arrived back home and given me a good scratch or two I go back to sleeping and they go back to being busy where they come and go and are running by me not realising how beautiful the sunset is. They spend most of their time on funny looking gadgets and very little of it interacting with each other or playing with me (which is very important). Then night time comes and each person eventually goes off by themselves until there is one person left, usually the man of the house, this is my favourite part of the day because throughout it nobody really has time for me or for anyone and in this last moment of the day the man will lay down beside me and give me a really nice scratch and he will even talk to me. I have no idea what he is saying, probably about his day and why he was in such a hurry and what everyone in the family is up to these days, but I am still a good listener, maybe that's just what he needed, a good listener. But then he goes to bed seeming a little happier and I go off to my bed knowing I did my job (man's best friend). If I could speak to a person and tell them something, I would tell them to slow down. I would say slow down and relax, don't take your time in this life for granted. I would also say to enjoy the little things of this world, the beautiful sunny days, the bright green grass, the singing birds (which I find extremely annoying, but you guys seem to enjoy it for some reason), the hot summer days, the rare time of the day you get to be with your family (dogs included), and even your lonesome dog who all he wants is to play with you. I think people could learn a lot from dogs, we might not have the best values or exciting lives, but we certainly know how to enjoy life.
