I'd ask you if every dog has an alarm clock installed in his brain, but I already know the answer to that. Cody is the only one we've ever had who threw a fit if I wasn't in my assigned seat in the dining room when it is time for Alexis' bus to pull up. I don't know how he knows, but HE KNOWS.
One day last week I had the nerve to try doing some work in the back yard when it was nearly Alexis o'clock. His head exploded all over the place. I think he cussed me out between frantic dashes from the back yard to the front to the back to the front and repeat, repeat, repeat. I'm not entirely certain because my butt-chewing wasn't in English or Spanish. What language do Havanese speak, I wonder?
Anyway, Cody spends the vast majority of his life waiting for The Next Thing That Happens On The Schedule. He wastes an awful lot of energy building himself up for the moment and then promptly turns into a deer in headlights when it's time for That Thing. Alexis o'clock, for example, entails thirty minutes of him frantically watching the door and then about four seconds of him running down the sidewalk to greet Alexis. She pets him once and he turns into a bumbling idiot who has no clue what to do next. He just stands there, lost and bewildered. EVERY SINGLE DAY.
I prefer Penny's perspective. If it's Nap o'Clock, she's sleeping. There is no negotiation. The remainder of the day, however, is up for discussion. She goes with the flow, never finding herself needing to be a slave to the front or back door like her spastic older "brother" is. She's a free spirit and prefers to live in the moment.
And when Alexis walks through the front door? Penny absolutely lives in the moment.
Ten spontaneous minutes of that. Every day.