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Luna Thinks My Morning Routine Is About Her—and She May Be Right

ByV.S. Quinnell

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Every morning, I like to believe I have a routine.

Coffee.

A little quiet time.

A check of the garden.

A few minutes on the patio before the Arizona sun gets too ambitious.

Maybe I look at my phone.

Maybe I think about what I need to write, film, publish, or finish that day.

It all sounds very peaceful and intentional.

But Luna has a different version of the story.

According to Luna, the entire morning exists for one purpose:

Her.

My coffee is simply what I drink while supervising her.

The patio is her office.

The garden is her inspection route.

The birds are her responsibility.

And the schedule belongs to her, whether I realize it or not.

Honestly, she may have a point.

The Day Begins When Luna Says It Begins

I do not need an alarm clock.

I have Luna.

She does not care whether I was up late editing a video, working on Pinterest pins, writing a blog post, or trying to understand some new piece of technology.

Morning is morning.

And Luna has things to do.

There are birds to monitor.

A fence line to inspect.

A yard to patrol.

A garden that apparently cannot be trusted without her supervision.

She has a very full schedule for a small dog.

Some mornings she wakes up ready to go.

Other mornings she stretches, looks at me like I am the one causing the delay, and waits for me to begin the process.

There is no written agenda, but somehow I always know what comes next.

Coffee for me.

Patrol for Luna.

First, We Make the Coffee

The sound of coffee being made is part of our morning rhythm.

BigDog grinds the beans, and Luna knows that sound means the day is officially beginning.

She may not drink coffee, but she understands the importance of the ritual.

I pour my first cup and begin gathering the things I apparently need to support Luna’s morning operations.

My coffee.

My water.

My phone.

Sometimes a notebook.

Luna’s water bowl.

A treat, depending on how persuasive she is feeling.

Then we head outside.

I like to imagine I am leading the way.

I am not.

Luna is already at the door.

The Patio Belongs to Luna First

I may have chosen the furniture.

I may have arranged the plants.

I may have bought the cushions, lanterns, side tables, and all the little things that make the patio feel cozy.

But Luna knows the truth.

The patio is hers.

She decides which chair is best.

She decides which shady corner deserves her attention.

She decides whether she wants to sit quietly beside me or stand at full alert because a bird had the nerve to land nearby.

Some mornings, she curls up and lets me enjoy my coffee.

Other mornings, she is too busy for relaxation.

There may be movement near the tree.

There may be a suspicious sound behind the fence.

There may be a leaf moving in a way she does not approve of.

Luna takes patio security seriously.

I am mostly there for support.

Bird Patrol Is Very Important Work

Luna has strong opinions about birds.

Doves, pigeons, finches, and anything else landing in the big tree are immediately placed under observation.

She watches.

She listens.

She waits.

Then she announces her findings to the entire neighborhood.

It does not matter that the birds return every day.

It does not matter that they have never shown any interest in invading the patio.

Luna believes in staying prepared.

Hummingbirds, however, seem to have a special exemption.

She watches them, but she does not react the same way.

Maybe they move too quickly.

Maybe she respects their confidence.

Maybe there is an agreement between them that I do not know about.

Whatever the reason, hummingbirds are allowed.

Everyone else is subject to review.

The Garden Must Be Inspected

After bird patrol, Luna usually turns her attention to the garden.

She walks through my container garden like a supervisor arriving unexpectedly.

She sniffs the planters.

Checks the corners.

Investigates the soil.

Looks at me as if she has concerns about management.

I am still learning how to garden in Arizona heat, and Luna has been there for the entire journey.

She saw the baby carrots come through the dirt.

She saw the peppers begin to grow.

She watched me move pots around because the sun changed direction.

She has witnessed my tomato struggles.

She has seen basil come and go.

She has stood nearby while I watered, adjusted shade cloth, checked soil moisture, and tried to decide whether a plant looked thirsty or simply dramatic.

Luna contributes mostly through observation.

But she observes with authority.

She Knows Which Plants Are Struggling

I do not know how she knows, but Luna always seems most interested in the plant I am worried about.

A healthy pepper plant?

Barely worth a glance.

A tomato plant with curled leaves and emotional problems?

Luna needs a full investigation.

She sniffs around the pot, looks at the plant, then looks at me.

It feels judgmental.

I explain myself anyway.

“The sun was too strong.”

“I moved it yesterday.”

“I watered it this morning.”

“I’m still learning, Luna.”

She does not respond.

She simply walks away like she has heard enough excuses.

My Quiet Time Is Not Always Quiet

I go outside because I love the peaceful part of the morning.

The cooler air.

The first light.

The birds before Luna notices them.

The sound of the neighborhood waking up slowly.

I sit with my coffee and try to be present.

Sometimes I pray.

Sometimes I think about my parents.

Sometimes I think about my children and granddaughters.

Sometimes I plan my work.

Sometimes I do absolutely nothing.

But quiet time with Luna is a flexible concept.

She may settle beside me.

She may place herself directly in my line of sight.

She may decide the chair I chose is the chair she wanted.

She may hear something and immediately launch an investigation.

And if I spend too much time looking at my phone, she has a way of reminding me that I am missing the morning happening right in front of me.

That may be one of the best things she does for me.

Luna Keeps Me From Rushing Into the Day

Before retirement, mornings had a different feeling.

There was a schedule.

A job to get to.

People depending on me.

A clock that mattered.

Even after retirement, it is easy to replace one kind of busyness with another.

Blog posts.

Pinterest.

YouTube.

Substack.

Amazon videos.

Emails.

Analytics.

There is always something I could be doing.

Luna does not care about any of it.

She does not care how many views a video received.

She does not care whether a pin performed well.

She does not care whether I completed my keyword research.

She cares that we went outside.

She cares that I sat down.

She cares that she had time to sniff the yard, watch the birds, and sit beside me.

In her own way, she keeps me from beginning every day in a hurry.

There Is Comfort in Doing the Same Things

Our mornings are not exciting.

Most days, they are almost exactly the same.

Coffee.

Patio.

Bird patrol.

Garden inspection.

A little barking.

A little silence.

Back inside before the heat settles in.

But there is comfort in repetition.

After retirement, I had to learn how to create structure without a workplace creating it for me.

Luna helped with that.

She gave the morning a shape.

She gave me a reason to step outside.

She gave me a routine that did not depend on productivity.

There is something grounding about being needed for simple things.

Open the door.

Fill the water bowl.

Sit down.

Pay attention.

She Notices Things I Would Miss

Luna sees the patio differently than I do.

I notice whether the cushions match.

She notices a lizard near the wall.

I notice whether the plants need water.

She notices that something moved under the planter.

I notice the sunrise.

She notices every sound between us and the next block.

I am thinking about the day ahead.

She is completely inside the moment.

Dogs are good at that.

They do not spend the morning regretting yesterday or worrying about tomorrow.

They respond to what is happening now.

A bird.

A breeze.

A smell.

A patch of shade.

A person they love sitting nearby.

I am not always good at staying present.

Luna is.

Some Mornings She Just Wants to Sit Close

Not every morning is filled with patrol work.

Sometimes Luna settles beside me and becomes very still.

She may curl into the chair.

She may lean against me.

She may sit close enough that I can rest my hand on her back while I drink my coffee.

Those are the mornings I love most.

Nothing dramatic happens.

There is no big lesson.

It is just the two of us sitting outside before the day becomes noisy.

After losing Jet, I understand even more how precious these ordinary moments are.

We often think the memories we will treasure most are the big ones.

Trips.

Celebrations.

Milestones.

But sometimes the things that stay with us are smaller.

The sound of paws following you outside.

A dog curled up beside your chair.

A familiar face looking up when you say her name.

A quiet morning that felt ordinary at the time.

Luna Does Not Believe in Personal Space

There are mornings when I would like to enjoy my coffee without being watched.

Luna disagrees.

She may sit across from me and stare.

She may stand beside my chair and stare.

She may move closer and continue staring.

This usually means one of several things:

She wants a treat.

She wants my chair.

She wants me to come inside.

She heard something.

Or she simply wants me to understand that my attention has drifted away from the correct subject.

Her.

I try to explain that I am allowed to have thoughts that do not involve her.

She is not convinced.

She Has Trained Me Well

I used to think I was training Luna.

Now I am less certain.

She has trained me to open the door when she stands in a particular spot.

She has trained me to refill her water before she has to ask.

She has trained me to check the ground before letting her walk on it during the Arizona summer.

She has trained me to bring treats outside.

She has trained me to notice when the birds arrive.

She has trained me to stop working and take a break.

And she has trained me to make room beside me, even when I was planning to sit alone.

That is not a bad education.

The Routine Changes With the Arizona Heat

In cooler weather, we can take our time.

I can wear a cardigan.

Drink hot coffee slowly.

Move around the garden.

Stay outside long enough to watch the sunlight change.

In summer, our routine becomes shorter.

We go outside earlier.

We stay in the shade.

I check the patio surface before Luna walks on it.

She gets fresh water.

I water the plants quickly.

Then we head inside before the heat becomes too much.

Luna may not understand Arizona weather, but she understands when the patio is no longer comfortable.

She finds the coolest spot she can and gives me the look.

The look says, “We have done enough here.”

And usually, she is right.

I Thought Retirement Would Give Me Empty Mornings

Before I retired, I imagined retirement mornings would feel wide open.

No alarm.

No commute.

No office.

No dress code.

No one waiting for me to solve a problem before I had finished my coffee.

And retirement did give me freedom.

But it did not give me empty mornings.

It gave me different responsibilities.

Different rhythms.

Different reasons to get up.

My mornings now include writing, creating, learning, planning, and building Gigi’s Unfiltered.

But before all of that, there is Luna.

She reminds me that a meaningful day does not have to begin with a task list.

Sometimes it begins with opening the patio door.

Luna Makes the Patio Feel Like Home

I love decorating the patio.

I enjoy choosing comfortable furniture, adding plants, using solar lights, and creating a space where BigDog and I can relax.

But Luna is what makes it feel lived in.

She is part of the morning scenery.

Her little paws moving across the patio.

Her place near my chair.

Her sudden alert when a bird lands.

Her trips through the garden.

Her decision to stretch out in the exact spot where I was about to stand.

Without her, the patio would still be pretty.

It would still be peaceful.

But it would not feel quite the same.

The Best Part Is the Companionship

Retirement can be quieter than people expect.

That is not always a bad thing.

Quiet can be healing.

It can give you space to think, create, and discover what comes next.

But companionship matters.

Luna is there during the ordinary parts of my life.

She is there while I drink coffee.

She is there when I work.

She is nearby while I film.

She follows me outside to check the garden.

She listens while I talk to myself about what I need to finish.

She does not offer business advice, but she has strong opinions about when I should stop.

There is comfort in having another little heartbeat moving through the house with you.

Maybe the Morning Really Is About Her

I like to say Luna thinks my morning routine is about her.

But the truth is, maybe it is.

Maybe the coffee tastes better because she is beside me.

Maybe I pay more attention to the morning because she does.

Maybe I go outside more often because she needs to go.

Maybe the routine gives both of us something we need.

She gets her patrol.

I get my pause.

She gets fresh air.

I get perspective.

She watches the birds.

I remember to look up.

She checks the garden.

I notice what has grown.

She keeps me company.

And I begin the day feeling a little less rushed and a little more grateful.

So yes, Luna.

You may be right.

The morning routine is about you.

But somehow, it takes care of me too.

A Little Note From Gigi

The routines that shape our lives are not always the big, impressive ones.

Sometimes they are built around a cup of coffee, a favorite chair, a small dog, and the same patch of morning light.

Do not underestimate the ordinary things that help you feel grounded.

Your routine does not need to be productive enough to impress anybody.

It only needs to give your day a gentle place to begin.

Luna may believe she is running the whole operation.

And baby, between us, she probably is.

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