Coffee on Sunday mornings are a ritual. That and the Sunday paper. It’s our lazy day of sleeping in, catching up on a few household chores, in general, not doing much. That being said, we do have a few rules we follow: Starting with the first rule of the day: first one up starts the coffee. Rule two: Same one up takes the dogs up the driveway to retrieve the 5 lbs. worth of circulars and ads called the Sunday paper. Since I’m the one usually turning on the coffee and getting the paper, for the next hour or two, the rules are forgotten……
Until Malcolm stumbles out of bed.
Obeying the Malcolm rule of “coffee before talkie”, I mumble a low murmured “Morn’in” and retreat back to what I was doing. His reply greeting is equally low in tone, undistinguishable and usually interrupted by Dolce and Amore wanting their morning love. Dolce wiggling in between his legs for a back scratch, Amore jumping up for a hug. Once satisfied, Malc is allowed to grab a mug of coffee, settle down on the couch with the paper, sports section first, and start his day.
Malcolm calls this the organization rule. Leave him alone so he can get organized.
First the coffee – heavy cream, two heaping spoonfuls of dark brown sugar, a little cinnamon sprinkled on the top and nuked for 30 secs in the microwave. Couch prep follows. Pillows are arranged just so, the end table brought close enough for reach but far enough to avoid tail destruction of the coffee, and with an afghan thrown haphazardly over his lap, Malc is ready to scan the headlines above the fold.
Next up – the settling in rule. Let him get settled – then he’ll function.
Once Malcolm is settled, the dogs know they are allowed to snuggle with Malcolm. First come, first served is the rule and it’s usually Amore. She waits through all the preparation, through the pillow fluffing and the paper shuffling, through the blanket arrangement and table placement, waiting for her cue to join Malc on the couch. She knows the rules, after the first sip of coffee she is cleared for lift off. Amore springs up from her sitting position at the base of the couch, over Malcolm’s prone form, and lands between the back of the couch and Malcolm’s hip. Twists, turns and paws poking his belly, Amore snuggles in, draped over Malc’s torso, head hanging by his side, eyes closed in bliss. If Malcolm is lucky, Amore has waited long enough on the couch jump for him to set his mug down and out of the way on the end table, avoiding hot coffee being spilled down his front. If he is luckier, Amore’s paws have landed on the couch cushion, missing his pride and joy, thus enabling Malcolm to walk and talk the rest of the day. And if he is even luckier, Amore will stay put for another 50-60 minutes, allowing Malcolm to avoid all rules and commands issued by said wife.
And now for the truth of all those other rules…..
With Amore’s 100 lb frame pinning Malcolm down, Malc is able to circumvent any and all requests. “Honey, would you….?”, “can’t, I have a dog on me!”, “it’s your turn to….” “can’t, I have a dog on me!” “Malc – you need to…..” “can’t, I have a dog on me!”
He thinks he is sooooo smart! Well, I was the youngest of four, tricked and picked on by three older siblings and I learned by the best! Listen up Malc – new rule – never try to out-trick a trickster. By the third “can’t, I have a dog on me”, I just calmly walked over to the treat jar, being sure to rattle the ceramic lid a good bit. The ears on both dogs perked up to full attention, their bodies tense and ready for action. Dogs will do anything for a tasty tibbit. A quick whistle had Amore and Dolce barreling through the living room, eager for their doggy treat. Dolce arriving first. Amore mere seconds later by default.
Another rule – never get between a dog and their treat.
Amore had to untangle herself from her snuggle-fest with Malcolm, front paws landing on his favored jewels, back legs gaining purchase on his belly, subsequently ripping the Op Ed section and his stomach to shreds before tipping over the end table. It was the tip over that tossed the full of coffee mug off its perch, sprewing nuked hot coffee all over Malcolm, landing and breaking against the brick floor. Personally, I never liked that mug anyway!
ARRRUUUGHHH! Those that know Malcolm, know his language was a lot more colorful and descriptive. That’ll teach him!
Last rule to remember – take note, the wife rules!