The Owner’s Side
It all started as a simple plan, a harmless decision to shift our morning routine. I thought it’d be a good thing, you know, to switch our 6 AM walk to the evening when it’s cooler out. It seemed perfect in theory (and for my sleep schedule), but oh boy, was I in for a surprise.

First morning with the new arrangement – no doggie good morning greeting, no tail wagging, no eager eyes waiting for me to put on my shoes and grab the leash. Just Buster, sitting by the door, a picture of silent disappointment. I tried to explain, but his eyes were already accusing me of heartless betrayal.

You’ve seen the look, right? That ‘you just took away my favorite toy’ look? It was that, accompanied by the most melodramatic sigh. As for me? I just stood there, repeating the same explanation like it was a mantra, “Buster, we’re only shifting the walk. We’re not skipping it, buddy.” But deep down, I knew. I broke our sacred morning pact.

Buster’s Side of Things
There I was, up at the crack of dawn, READY. I’d been practicing my perfect leash manners all night in my head. But TODAY? Oh no, today was THE DAY. The day when a dog’s world SHOOK.

The clock ticked closer to our regular walk time. My tail was WAGGING. I was AMPED. Then the unthinkable happened. She got up, but instead of the usual routine, she just wandered past me, making some coffee, acting like it is just another regular morning.

She said, we’re switching the walk to EVENING. Can you believe the audacity? I couldn’t. My tail stopped wagging, my joy reduced to a NON-EXISTENT level. She just broke our sacred pact, the one routine we’d maintained for YEARS. HELLO, EXCUSE ME? Do I look like a sunset-loving dog to you?

The Redemption
Her guilt finally got to her. After a day of cold responses and melodramatic sighs (I had to play my part well), she couldn’t ignore it anymore. “Alright Buster, let’s fix this,” she said, grabbing her car keys.

I saw her pull into The Hungry Puppy. She walked out with a bag of the freshest bully sticks – my favorite. The moment she walked through the door, I couldn’t contain my excitement. Her apology came in the form of delicious chews, and I accept apologies in bully stick form.

We savored a peaceful evening chew session, under the glow of setting sun. Maybe evening isn’t all bad, after all.

Crisis averted. Sunset enjoyed with the ultimate bully stick apology. Dog no longer hates me (unless there’s another morning stunt).

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