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My human dad and I have fun visiting people at hospitals, nursing homes and schools. On occasion I hear him telling someone that I am a smart dog and that I really like routine.
He thinks I enjoy routine, yet I don’t think he ever considers how many things he does the exact same way every day. His morning routine was the same every day while he worked for Beech Grove Schools. A loud noise would wake him (and me) up early five days a week. He showered, shaved and got dressed. He fixed me the same breakfast every morning (he still does), and he returned home at about the same time so we could do what we did together.
We do special stuff on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It is exciting when he grabs my leash off the wall and pulls a wet wipe out of the box. I know we are getting ready to go visit my friends at Manor Care Health Services or Madison Health Care Center. We always follow the same path along the hallways and always stop at the activity and therapy rooms. Once in a while we stop into one of those places on a different day and that sort of confuses me.
Several times I have heard Dad telling Mom that if he stops into one of those facilities and I’m not with him, he has to explain to everyone where I am.
A couple of days later we visit Central Elementary and South Grove Intermediate Schools in Beech Grove. That is routine except when school is not in session. I really enjoy those students reading to me at the library.
We also go to stores. One of my favorite places is Lowe’s on Emerson Avenue. My good friend Amy Graves works there. We also visit with the staff at Beech Grove Village Apartments. It is fun to hang out with Pam and Heather.
All of us at the Shonk household like routines, so it’s natural that I get confused when something happens out of the ordinary. I’ll give you an example. My parents used to have friends over for the evening. They set up a few tables and at some point all the folks – four to a table – sat down.
I just found a soft easy chair or couch to relax on and watch. The adults had little flat things in their hands, which they threw on the table while asking, “What’s trump? What’s trump.” I enjoyed those parties, and the adults seemed like they did too.
They haven’t had any of those parties for a long time. Maybe they go to other places to do whatever they did here. Whatever the case, I think the game that they played is really growing in popularity.
When Dad turns on the morning news each morning while drinking his coffee, the people on TV seem to be playing the same game that my parents and their friends played at our house. Some mornings I hear as many as 10 or 15 people asking about “Trump.”
But I don’t pay much attention to the morning news because I’m too busy thinking about taking my first nap of the day.