Nov 2009
The Rules
21/11/09 20:43 Filed in: Pawsonal
We're back at it again. Mom and Dad have decided I'm
not following the rules so we're back to the
training. "Stop, Marlee", "Sit, Marlee", "Stay,
Marlee", "Heel, Marlee". Enough to drive a dog crazy.
It's not that it really bothers me. I guess I can play the game with them since they do so many awfully nice things for me (like provide the food, the water, the wonderful orange balls that bounce and float and roll, roll, roll and taste so good). It's especially nice because almost every command brings with it something tasty.
But, look, let's get real here. I'm perfectly happy and content to "Stop" and "Sit" and "Stay" and "Heel" most of the time but, when I'm in the middle of tracing a yummy scent, then all rules go out the window. It's me and the scent. Nothing else. Don't tell me to "Stop"; don't ask me to "Sit". That smell takes precedence.
I think they're figuring it out. They're learning not to try anything when I've got my nose to the ground. If only I could get them to understand that, when a girl's got an itch, a girl's gotta scratch!
It's not that it really bothers me. I guess I can play the game with them since they do so many awfully nice things for me (like provide the food, the water, the wonderful orange balls that bounce and float and roll, roll, roll and taste so good). It's especially nice because almost every command brings with it something tasty.
But, look, let's get real here. I'm perfectly happy and content to "Stop" and "Sit" and "Stay" and "Heel" most of the time but, when I'm in the middle of tracing a yummy scent, then all rules go out the window. It's me and the scent. Nothing else. Don't tell me to "Stop"; don't ask me to "Sit". That smell takes precedence.
I think they're figuring it out. They're learning not to try anything when I've got my nose to the ground. If only I could get them to understand that, when a girl's got an itch, a girl's gotta scratch!
Change is a Constant
03/11/09 10:41 Filed in: Pawsonal
Life never seems to stay the same. For one thing, all
the tall, slender wood things have lost their soft
bits, which now litter the ground and make running
really nice. For another, my Mom and Dad aren't
around as much during the day. It used to be just my
Dad who left every day before the ball of fire was
very high in the sky. Now my Mom leaves too and it's
up to me to find things to do all by myself.
That's not nice. I don't like it one bit. I get sad and lonely by myself, even if other four leggers like Riley and the squirrels come to visit me in my backyard.
It's great when Mom and Dad come back again. They take me for a run in the big open place and I get to chase the orange balls as much as I want. Well, at least as much as the ball of fire in the sky will allow. Even it isn't around as much as it used to be. Now, the darknesses come sooner and leave later. And I'm not as warm as I used to be either, which isn't really a bad thing since, with my fur, I can get really hot.
The biggest change though is in me. I used to be a lot more wild and crazy but now I just don't have the energy for those kinds of shenanigans. Just let me run for a little while every day, maybe come for a walk through the neighbourhood with me too, and I'm happy as a clam in high tide.
My Mom says it's because I'm nearly three now and not a puppy any more. What is it with puppies anyway? We see a lot of them at the big open place where I run and chase my orange balls and they drive me nuts. Leave me alone, will you? Sniff me if you have to but don't try to get me to wrestle.
I'm too old for that stuff, I guess. I just want things calm and comfortable.
Cripes, I'm beginning to sound like my Dad.
That's not nice. I don't like it one bit. I get sad and lonely by myself, even if other four leggers like Riley and the squirrels come to visit me in my backyard.
It's great when Mom and Dad come back again. They take me for a run in the big open place and I get to chase the orange balls as much as I want. Well, at least as much as the ball of fire in the sky will allow. Even it isn't around as much as it used to be. Now, the darknesses come sooner and leave later. And I'm not as warm as I used to be either, which isn't really a bad thing since, with my fur, I can get really hot.
The biggest change though is in me. I used to be a lot more wild and crazy but now I just don't have the energy for those kinds of shenanigans. Just let me run for a little while every day, maybe come for a walk through the neighbourhood with me too, and I'm happy as a clam in high tide.
My Mom says it's because I'm nearly three now and not a puppy any more. What is it with puppies anyway? We see a lot of them at the big open place where I run and chase my orange balls and they drive me nuts. Leave me alone, will you? Sniff me if you have to but don't try to get me to wrestle.
I'm too old for that stuff, I guess. I just want things calm and comfortable.
Cripes, I'm beginning to sound like my Dad.