We had been away all day. Chewy was delighted to see us when we got home …doing his dance of tail wagging, body wiggling and twirling, and bouncing on his hind legs all at the same time. “What did you bring me Mum? Where’s my treat Dad?”
Inside he charged up and down the corridor interspersed with rapid figures of 8 between the dining and lounge rooms.
“Did you do your job, Chewy?” Mike asked. “Yeah Boss, regular patrols of the property… no dogs (gr-r-r), cats (G-R-R-R!!!), big bouncing rats, or lizards allowed through the defences!”
Then I noticed the door to the studio/spare room/computer room/office/playroom was open…I must have left it unlatched. “No, Mum, I didn’t go in there--I didn’t make a nest in the pillows on the bed--I didn’t pull Star Wars Bear out of the bag under the desk! It wasn’t me! I know the rules. I know I’m not allowed in there without an invitation…and I know I’m not allowed on the bed—never, ever, without exception! I am an obedient dog… … …”
He slept outside our room, right beside the door, all night. I put one of his ‘blankies’ over him when I got up at midnight, and he was still under it when I got up this morning.
He’s glad I’ve finally got ‘his’ book finished, but can’t understand why it took so long when he’d given me the text weeks ago. First I had to translate it… [Did you know that all dog breeds, mixed breeds and mutts and mongrels, as well as dingos, remember their roots and speak the ancient language, Wolf?] Then there’s the illustrating and formatting…it’s a time consuming process.
In #1 K9 he looks at the admirable traits and abilities of different breeds of dogs and comments that he is better in every respect! Then the other day he had the nerve to tell me he’s glad he’s not a pure bred Jack Russell. He reckons pedigree dogs are stuck up and conceited so that 0.1% of him that’s just plain Foxy keeps him humble!
Gotta go now… He’s going to take me for my walk. But considerate to my feelings he allows me to pretend I’m pack leader by walking to heal. As for dogs that bark at other dogs, and dogs that pull at the lead… he reckons they’re just plain rude. It would be beneath his dignity to act in such a way. Unless they bark at him first, or he sees a cat, of course—then it’s his duty to put them in their place.
Yes, Chewy…I’m coming…
Inside he charged up and down the corridor interspersed with rapid figures of 8 between the dining and lounge rooms.
“Did you do your job, Chewy?” Mike asked. “Yeah Boss, regular patrols of the property… no dogs (gr-r-r), cats (G-R-R-R!!!), big bouncing rats, or lizards allowed through the defences!”
Then I noticed the door to the studio/spare room/computer room/office/playroom was open…I must have left it unlatched. “No, Mum, I didn’t go in there--I didn’t make a nest in the pillows on the bed--I didn’t pull Star Wars Bear out of the bag under the desk! It wasn’t me! I know the rules. I know I’m not allowed in there without an invitation…and I know I’m not allowed on the bed—never, ever, without exception! I am an obedient dog… … …”
He slept outside our room, right beside the door, all night. I put one of his ‘blankies’ over him when I got up at midnight, and he was still under it when I got up this morning.
He’s glad I’ve finally got ‘his’ book finished, but can’t understand why it took so long when he’d given me the text weeks ago. First I had to translate it… [Did you know that all dog breeds, mixed breeds and mutts and mongrels, as well as dingos, remember their roots and speak the ancient language, Wolf?] Then there’s the illustrating and formatting…it’s a time consuming process.
In #1 K9 he looks at the admirable traits and abilities of different breeds of dogs and comments that he is better in every respect! Then the other day he had the nerve to tell me he’s glad he’s not a pure bred Jack Russell. He reckons pedigree dogs are stuck up and conceited so that 0.1% of him that’s just plain Foxy keeps him humble!
Gotta go now… He’s going to take me for my walk. But considerate to my feelings he allows me to pretend I’m pack leader by walking to heal. As for dogs that bark at other dogs, and dogs that pull at the lead… he reckons they’re just plain rude. It would be beneath his dignity to act in such a way. Unless they bark at him first, or he sees a cat, of course—then it’s his duty to put them in their place.
Yes, Chewy…I’m coming…