*** It’s happened again, day light savings time. And every time it kicks in, I want to kick the politicians who thought it up in the first place. My dogs tell time quite well and they expect to eat breakfast between 7 and 7:30 a.m. (after a good potty romp in the back yard) and at 6:00 in the evening. So when suddenly I try to explain to them that life has changed and they have to wait an hour, they look at me like I’ve finally flipped. They move closer and peer intently at me, sure that with enough encouragement I’ll get up and get dinner ready. I try again to tell them it’s not time yet, but they know better. They offer soft little woofs, trying to politely tell me the error of my ways. They wag their tails. Nothing happens. They jump up and leap and cavort all around me, begging and pleading with me to see reason and feed them!
Why? Why do our governing powers do this to us? Don’t any of them own dogs? Now in the spring, the dogs get to eat an hour early and they think that’s pretty cool. But ‘fall back an hour’ in the fall just doesn’t cut it. The cats worry too. They started yowling really early this morning at my bedroom door. Our cats, Mac and MiMi, are blind, but trust me, blind cats can tell time just as well as seeing dogs. And, by the way, Monster, the Great Dane, is deaf, but that doesn’t affect his time telling abilities either.
Surely my animals aren’t the only ones affected by this time change nonsense. How do other pet owners handle it? What soothing (or magical) words do you say to explain to your pets that everything, including their meals, has to be an hour late until our bodies and brains adjust…until the next time change?