As I sit on my front porch waiting for my muse to come, I am aware that Ching Ching and Tater Totte, my faithful doggies companions, are oft nearby 

Ching Ching & Tater Totte
watching, waiting while I write

watching, waiting.  Now we have had our walk, mind you, and we have had a good breakfast.  We have had a nice nap, well they have any way, and we have calmly watched the cats come and go.  We greeted the mail carrier and got our pats on the head for not  raising a fuss.  As so I notice that they are in waiting mode.

"What's next?" their quizical faces seem to say.  "Dinner? Another walk?  A good bark at a passing stranger?"  Then PK the younger kitty strolls up the driveway and they run to the gate excitedly.  "Come in here and let us chase you," they say.  But PK waits until they are settled back at my feet and goes inside to see if there is anything to eat.

Then once again, they assume a comfortable postion, and wait.  And wait.  And wait some more.  Then it dawns on me.  They are indeed performing a very important act of love and support for me.  Their job is to stand and wait.  That is what dogs do.  They may prance and dance and wrestle and whine.  They often run and lick your face or lie in the sun a while when you are in the bath or doing laundry.  But all the while, they are working very hard, listening for the next cue, the signal that makes them spring into action.  

So now I am wrapping up my daily write.  I look around and Tater is at the door and Ching at my feet.  Both are sitting patiently.  Ching can barely keep his eyes open.  A now it is time.  I will send my Mac into sleep mode and then, when I gently close the lid, the signal has come.   I move and the excitedly dance while seeming to day, "What's next?  What's next?  Let's go!!"  

The Dance