This is the weekend where we adjust our clocks for daylight saving time. When we get up on Sunday, it will be darker but stay lighter for later in the evening. DST is always another sign of spring and it is nice to be able to go out in the evening without having to drive home in the dark. However, it takes our dog a few days to adjust to the change. She is used to getting up around seven and going to bed at nine. After the time change, she will still be ready for play as we start our bedtime rituals.
It reminds me of our late and still dearly missed cat, Tascha. When she heard the tv click off, she would go to the basement door ready to go down to her place. We didn't want her in the bedroom at night because of Roger's allergies and so, when we got her, we put her bed and litter box downstairs. After a while, we realized that she knew the rules, so decided to let her have the run of the house. I will never forget the look on her face when she headed for the basement door as usual and we didn't close it behind her. When we explained why she didn't have to stay there, she came back and got on the couch. She truly was a very intelligent cat and often seemed to know just what we were saying.