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Inside Furry Minds: A whimsical peek into our pet's daily thoughts.


Ever wondered what your pet is thinking as they stare at you with those big, soulful eyes? Well, saddle up! I'm about to dive headfirst into the interesting world of pet thought, where logic takes a backseat, and the hunt for the next snack is a never-ending quest.


The Crack of Dawn: Breakfast or Bust

Sunrise. A sacred time when the first rays of sun meet the relentless stare of your pet. "Is it breakfast time yet? No? How about now?" This is the mantra looping in their heads as they inch closer, one paw at a time, to your sleeping face. And if gentle nudging doesn't work, there's always Plan B: the full-on, cold-nose-in-the-face wake-up call or a heavy paw right in the middle of your chest. Ouch, Maddie. That hurts!


The Great Outdoors: A Smelly Wonderland

Ah, the great outdoors! To us, a simple walk. To them, an epic saga. Each bush is a message board, every squirrel a suspect. "Did Gus the Pomeranian mark this fence post? How dare he! I shall reclaim this land and utilize every square inch of my humans' immaculately manicured lawn." Remember, your pet's mental commentary on these walks could rival the narration of a high-stakes nature documentary. Or they could be like my two furry ladies. "Mom, can I have a snack now? It's been ten whole minutes since I finished breakfast. I'm starving!"


Nap Time: Mastering the Art of Loafing

After a busy morning of finding just the right toy to squeak constantly while I'm busy writing my next book, it is suddenly noon and time for lunch. Really? Then, after a quick run around the yard to "do their business" comes the ancient ritual of the midday nap. But don't be fooled; this isn't laziness—it's an art form. Gus, my five-pound Pom loves to nap in a pool of sunshine. Just between you and me, I think he's more cat than dog He circles the sun spot on the carpet and finally finds just the right position. A deep sigh and he settles. I can almost here him say, "Ah, yes, perfect. The sunbeam is the perfect shape and size. I can melt into it and relax." You and I know they're not really sleeping; they're recharging their cuteness batteries.


Home Alone: The Melodrama Unfolds

Leave the house, and suddenly, it's as if you've ventured into the Sahara—according to your pet, that is. "Abandoned, betrayed, left for dead! Will I ever see the light of my human's love again?" The theatrics could win them an Oscar. Little do they know, you're just popping out to grab some milk and will be back in half an hour. And then there's the thunder storms. The second a thunder boom sounds, my mini Aussie, Miki (Mickey) is attached to my leg. It's the only time I don't mind all her hair standing on end and eventually attaching to my pants.


Playtime: The Highlight Reel

Toys aren't just toys; they're the ultimate prey... or so your pet fancies. "Behold, the elusive red grunting pig! Today, I shall finally catch thee!" or "The squeaky giraffe sings its song of defeat once more as I, the mighty hunter, claim victory!" The inner monologues during playtime are, no doubt, epic tales of valor and adventure while sitting safely in the middle of the living room rug.


The Nighttime Serenade: Snoring in the Key of Z

As the day winds down, it's time for your pet to deliver their nightly performance. "Ah, time to hit the hay—and by hay, I mean this expensive orthopedic bed you bought me." As they snuggle up, they might ponder life's great mysteries, like why humans don't have tails or what happened to that piece of bacon they were sure they left on the floor. Then, as they drift off, they serenade you with the sweet, melodic sounds of snoring. Maddie, my ten-pound Pom is the queen of snoring. I've often thought of getting her a sleep study and a CPAP machine, but for some unknown reason, my insurance refuses to pay for it. Go figure.


And there you have it—a glimpse into the world of what our pets might be thinking. While we may never know for sure, one thing is clear: life is never boring with them around. So, next time you catch your pet giving you "the look," just remember—they're probably plotting their next great snack heist or dreaming up new, goofy antics to brighten your day. Or disturb you in your writing cave, all the while staring at you adoringly while they wonder why you haven't gotten up yet to give them a snack.


Peggy

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Peggy McKenzie

Peggy McKenzie is an Amazon #1 Best Selling Western Romance Author.

 

She started her writing career at age 61 and has authored over 20 books in just 6 years. She has sold more than 20,000 copies worldwide.

https://peggymckenzie.com

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