I walk in the door at 6:19 am, take off my coat, hang it on the back of the chair. Maci has acknowledged my entrance with a lift of the head. That’s it. A lift of the head. No tail wagging. Just a lift of the head.
I put my phone at my breakfast seat and head to wake Grace and Megan.
The sound of the gate opening is enough to lure Maci from her bed. I hear the tapping her nails approaching. By the time I have folded the gate back, Maci is by me. She looks at me. Waiting. “You can go.” I tell her. She continues to stare at me. “Really? I can go?” her eyes say. “Let’s go.” Her head tilts to the side. “Really?” “Come on, Maci, girl, let’s go.”
I make my way to the bottom of the stairs and stop. She stops, too. “Go ahead.” I tell her, motioning my hand for her to go on. She stands there, looking up at me, still unsure if she can really go. “Go ahead. Go ahead.” I usher her to go ahead of me. Still she stands, waiting for me to to make the first move. I place one foot on the bottom stair and suddenly, she pounces ahead of me up the stairs to rouse Grace and Megan for school.