If you have a dog you know they have a way of learning your routine, especially the parts of your routine that have to do with them. I take our dog, Dodger, for a walk first thing in the morning and just before we go to bed at night.
One of the things I do just before the walk, both morning and night, is put a bra on. It just seems like the polite thing to do before going out on a public street now that my 36 B is beginning to turn into a 36 long.
Every night around the time that we usually walk Dodger will come sit by me, looking at me and waiting, almost as if he has checked his watch and knows it is time.
Last night I was busy doing something important (probably playing computer Mah Jong) and it got well past the normal time for our walk. After sitting patiently waiting for what he apparently thought was way too long, Dodger made a doggy sound equivalent to a sigh and left the room. He went to the laundry basket in my closet, pulled out a bra and brought it in and dropped it at my feet, telling me in no uncertain terms that it was time for a walk NOW.
I got the message, we went for a walk.
He could have just brought me his leash.