When we lived in Tel Aviv, in the couple of years before I got accustomed to waking up early on weekends specifically to walk him, Sharav would sometimes lick my feet as they dangled off my bed, to let me know that he was ready to go out and get walked.
Since then, waking up and getting dressed and walking Sharav has invariably been my morning routine, even if I’m sick and don’t feel like going outside, and the only exceptions have been when I’ve been on vacation without him.
Giving me a look. Tel Aviv, June 2009. Click any photo to see more.