Marlee
No More Shaggy Dog Stories
30/05/10 10:57 Filed in: Pawsonal
I know it's been a long time since I've blogged but
life has been pretty much same ol', same ol'. My mom
and dad have both been home and doing okay, the great
ball of fire has been up in the great blue and it's
been getting warmer and warmer. More trips out to the
strip of land among the water, which is fun, but
mostly just my usual.
Until now. My mom and dad decided my fur was
too long and shaggy for the warm weather. To be
frank, I can't say I disagreed. Even a little bit of
running made me hot, hot, hot. So they took me to a
new groomer. And left me there for the day. I stood
patiently and as quietly as I could while the very
sweet two-legger danced and whirled about me with her
electric buzz buzz machine and away went my fur. All
of it. Sometimes she got too close to my skin and I
had to tell her to stop. I didn't like it one bit. I
miss my old groomer.
So when my dad finally came to rescue me, I bolted right out the door. I don't want to go back there again.
And now I have no fur. It's fine, after all, because I'm cooler now and can run more and play more without getting too hot and needing to lay down in the shade. But I feel naked. Everyone comments on how cute I look but, really, I mean, is it even me anymore? But Dad says I look like a chicken. Mom doesn't like it either but she keeps assuring me my fur will grow back. And it's coming back already. That's a good thing.
And, better still, Mom has promised I won't ever have to go back to that groomer again. And that's the best promise ever!
So when my dad finally came to rescue me, I bolted right out the door. I don't want to go back there again.
And now I have no fur. It's fine, after all, because I'm cooler now and can run more and play more without getting too hot and needing to lay down in the shade. But I feel naked. Everyone comments on how cute I look but, really, I mean, is it even me anymore? But Dad says I look like a chicken. Mom doesn't like it either but she keeps assuring me my fur will grow back. And it's coming back already. That's a good thing.
And, better still, Mom has promised I won't ever have to go back to that groomer again. And that's the best promise ever!
She's Home!
07/04/10 19:05 Filed in: Pawsonal
My Mom came home today! Hooorraaaayyyy!
Dad got into the wheeled rolling room, told me he'd be back soon, and then, suddenly, there she was! I'm so happy.
She's already played with me and brushed me and hugged me and brought me treats and everything! And then we went to the place with the fields and we met Riley and his Mom and I had all my favourite people (four-leggers and two-leggers) together again. So fantastic.
I can't tell you how happy I am.
And here I am wasting some of that time writing this blog when I could be helping my Mom unpack!
Dad got into the wheeled rolling room, told me he'd be back soon, and then, suddenly, there she was! I'm so happy.
She's already played with me and brushed me and hugged me and brought me treats and everything! And then we went to the place with the fields and we met Riley and his Mom and I had all my favourite people (four-leggers and two-leggers) together again. So fantastic.
I can't tell you how happy I am.
And here I am wasting some of that time writing this blog when I could be helping my Mom unpack!
Excitement Builds
06/04/10 12:58 Filed in: Pawsonal
I think my Mom is coming home soon. I don't know why
but I can just smell it in the air. Dad is cleaning
our house and doing laundry, which seems like a
pretty fair indication she's on her way.
I'm very excited. I've had a very nice time with Dad alone and he has tried very hard to play with me and go for walks and stuff. He certainly has made sure we've had good food together. But, as nice as he's been, he's not my Mom. She hugs me more and brushes me more and likes to sit with my head on her lap.
As I said, this is no knock on my Dad. He's pretty great. But Mom's great and different. And life can't be better than when they're both home with me, can it?
So I'm tingling with excitement!
I'm very excited. I've had a very nice time with Dad alone and he has tried very hard to play with me and go for walks and stuff. He certainly has made sure we've had good food together. But, as nice as he's been, he's not my Mom. She hugs me more and brushes me more and likes to sit with my head on her lap.
As I said, this is no knock on my Dad. He's pretty great. But Mom's great and different. And life can't be better than when they're both home with me, can it?
So I'm tingling with excitement!
Ice Bergs
03/04/10 13:58 Filed in: Pawsonal
Mactaquac is a long way away. It takes many breaths
in the wheeled rolling room to get there. Sometimes,
it's too far. Sometimes I have to make sweet smelling
brown logs so badly that I can't hold it until we get
all the way to Mactaquac.
Fortunately, today was NOT one of those days. With the ball of fire smiling down on us and the air warm and dry, Dad and I got into our wheeled rolling room and drove all the way out to Mactaquac. We'd already been to the place with the fields this morning so this was a bonus for me and for Dad.
It was so beautiful. The ball of fire felt so
nice on my coat and the ground underfoot was soft but
not mucky. Perfect. Dad says pretty soon the grass
will be green again but for now it's a nice wheat
colour, like me.
I love going to Mactaquac. It's beautiful and fun and quiet and perfect for playing ball with my Dad.
It seems like forever since we've gone out there and played on the tail of land surrounded by water. But today was the day! Finally.
We brought two of my orange balls and the long rope in case Dad tried to run away. And sunshine and cool breezes and blue skies.
Once again, I helped Dad practice throwing the orange balls: he'd throw them as far as he could and I would go running back and forth across the tail of land, bringing them back to him so he could throw them again. And every time I got hot (and this is what makes Mactaquac the BEST place in the world) I just had to jump down a short hill and into the water. It's so great. I cool off, shake myself a bit, then it's back to helping Dad with his throwing practice.
The only difference today was, some of the
water was SOLID. It was bright, white and solid. Like
snow, really. I tried to stand on it once but it
bounced and I had to step off into the water to avoid
falling over. Dad says the solid water is called an
"ice berg". It's like those two leggers have a
different word for everything!
So I swam in and among the ice bergs, drank the water and cooled off each time before having another go at the old orange balls. It's great to be back at Mactaquac, even if I have to share it with the ice bergs.
Fortunately, today was NOT one of those days. With the ball of fire smiling down on us and the air warm and dry, Dad and I got into our wheeled rolling room and drove all the way out to Mactaquac. We'd already been to the place with the fields this morning so this was a bonus for me and for Dad.
I love going to Mactaquac. It's beautiful and fun and quiet and perfect for playing ball with my Dad.
It seems like forever since we've gone out there and played on the tail of land surrounded by water. But today was the day! Finally.
We brought two of my orange balls and the long rope in case Dad tried to run away. And sunshine and cool breezes and blue skies.
Once again, I helped Dad practice throwing the orange balls: he'd throw them as far as he could and I would go running back and forth across the tail of land, bringing them back to him so he could throw them again. And every time I got hot (and this is what makes Mactaquac the BEST place in the world) I just had to jump down a short hill and into the water. It's so great. I cool off, shake myself a bit, then it's back to helping Dad with his throwing practice.
So I swam in and among the ice bergs, drank the water and cooled off each time before having another go at the old orange balls. It's great to be back at Mactaquac, even if I have to share it with the ice bergs.
Slowing Things Down
02/04/10 10:35 Filed in: Pawsonal
The ball of fire is back and swimming in its sea of
blue. I'm not cold anymore when I go outside and even
some of the slimy muck is starting to go away,
replaced by soft green carpets and dry, friendly
earth.
Dad seems more relaxed these days and he's not always coming at me with a swath of material, rubbing away the wet. I'm not getting as dirty either when I take him out for a walk or a run. Everything just seems to be slowing down a bit.
I still don't know where my Mom is. We've been through a lot of darknesses since I last saw her and she still hasn't come home. She's nowhere in the house; I can swear to that. I've searched every nook and cranny for her or even a trace of her. I can still smell her around the place but I can't find her.
I hope she comes home soon. It's just too lovely around here lately for her not to enjoy it with us!
Dad seems more relaxed these days and he's not always coming at me with a swath of material, rubbing away the wet. I'm not getting as dirty either when I take him out for a walk or a run. Everything just seems to be slowing down a bit.
I still don't know where my Mom is. We've been through a lot of darknesses since I last saw her and she still hasn't come home. She's nowhere in the house; I can swear to that. I've searched every nook and cranny for her or even a trace of her. I can still smell her around the place but I can't find her.
I hope she comes home soon. It's just too lovely around here lately for her not to enjoy it with us!
So Much for the Grooming!
01/04/10 08:16 Filed in: Pawsonal
I'm glad he didn't have the camera with him. That's
all I can say.
I'm so glad my Dad didn't have his camera with him yesterday when we went for a run with Riley and his Mom in the place with the fields. If he had, you would now be looking at a photograph of two very dirty doodles. Not just average dirty. Filthy dirty.
You see, the wet in the air is finally letting up but the muck on the ground is only getting worse. And, since I hadn't seen and played with Riley Roo in several days, I was very excited to see him and he was just as excited to be out in the fields with me. So we went a little crazy. Running and rolling and fighting and pawing and panting. Such fun. And of course we had to have most of our fun in the field with the least amount of green and the most amount of oozy, squelchy brown.
We were covered in it. We became two brown
four-leggers, rather than sporting our usual
wheat-coloured fur. Riley's Mom and my Dad asked us
to go and lie down in a huge pool of water to clean
off before we got in our wheeled rolling rooms and it
helped a bit. But wow were we ever filthy!
And just two days after my friend Nicole had done such a beautiful job of cleaning me up and making me look pretty! Dad says my Mom will be coming back in a couple of days and that she'll be very sad she didn't get to see me all clean.
The way I see it, clean Marlee is not the real Marlee. The real Marlee is the one that was playing in the muck yesterday and my Mom loves the real Marlee most.
I'm so glad my Dad didn't have his camera with him yesterday when we went for a run with Riley and his Mom in the place with the fields. If he had, you would now be looking at a photograph of two very dirty doodles. Not just average dirty. Filthy dirty.
You see, the wet in the air is finally letting up but the muck on the ground is only getting worse. And, since I hadn't seen and played with Riley Roo in several days, I was very excited to see him and he was just as excited to be out in the fields with me. So we went a little crazy. Running and rolling and fighting and pawing and panting. Such fun. And of course we had to have most of our fun in the field with the least amount of green and the most amount of oozy, squelchy brown.
And just two days after my friend Nicole had done such a beautiful job of cleaning me up and making me look pretty! Dad says my Mom will be coming back in a couple of days and that she'll be very sad she didn't get to see me all clean.
The way I see it, clean Marlee is not the real Marlee. The real Marlee is the one that was playing in the muck yesterday and my Mom loves the real Marlee most.
Getting Cleaned Up
30/03/10 17:29 Filed in: Pawsonal
The air has been full of water all week. Dad and I
are troopers though: a little bit of rain isn't go
stop us from going on long walks! Sure, we try to
stay on the green stuff and away from the mushy brown
dirt but we still go for long walks in the place with
fields.
When I get wet, my fur goes all curly. I like
it that way but, for some reason, neither my Mom nor
my Dad seem to like the curly hair as much as I do.
They always bring out big soft pieces of stuff and
try to make me all dry again.
Of course, with the wet and the mushy brown dirt and the sticks out there, I end up something of a mess all over. I get sticks stuck in my fur, especially around my soft underside and my legs, and my feet change colour, often darker than the dirt itself! Sometimes it's so bad I have to step into a bucket of warm wet and wash it off. I don't like that very much.
My Dad just shakes his head. Here we have the wettest week in memory, with muck and mire and sticks and Mom away so no one is here to brush me out properly, and we've got a visit to the groomer scheduled! Poor groomer! I don't think she expected me to be in quite the mess I was in when I got there!
Our Groomer is very nice. She always talks
kindly to me and tries not to let it hurt when she
cuts and trims and brushes all my stuff. And I always
come away from a visit with her looking and smelling
like a flower.
If you look at the second picture of me, you'll see what a difference it makes when I spend an afternoon at the groomer! Don't I look pretty? I even have green bows on my ears. And, as I said, I smell like a flower.
Problem is, I don't LIKE smelling like a flower. So, seconds after Dad took that second photo, I rolled around with another four legger on the ground to wipe some of the scent off (and roll some black patches on!). Oh well. My fur is shorter at least, even if, an hour after we left the groomer, it's not much cleaner than it was before.
Of course, with the wet and the mushy brown dirt and the sticks out there, I end up something of a mess all over. I get sticks stuck in my fur, especially around my soft underside and my legs, and my feet change colour, often darker than the dirt itself! Sometimes it's so bad I have to step into a bucket of warm wet and wash it off. I don't like that very much.
My Dad just shakes his head. Here we have the wettest week in memory, with muck and mire and sticks and Mom away so no one is here to brush me out properly, and we've got a visit to the groomer scheduled! Poor groomer! I don't think she expected me to be in quite the mess I was in when I got there!
If you look at the second picture of me, you'll see what a difference it makes when I spend an afternoon at the groomer! Don't I look pretty? I even have green bows on my ears. And, as I said, I smell like a flower.
Problem is, I don't LIKE smelling like a flower. So, seconds after Dad took that second photo, I rolled around with another four legger on the ground to wipe some of the scent off (and roll some black patches on!). Oh well. My fur is shorter at least, even if, an hour after we left the groomer, it's not much cleaner than it was before.
Maybe Too Much Fun
29/03/10 16:41 Filed in: Pawsonal
I think my Dad had a nefarious plan. I think he has
been trying to wear me out by constantly going for
walks and runs with me. I think he was trying to
ensure that, while my Mom's away, he'll still be able
to sleep the night through without interruption,
simply by exhausting me during the day.
I have to admit. It was working. And I was loving it.
It worked really well for the past two days. Dad was home both days so we could go for four walks or more. And we could play ball in the backyard too. We did a lot of that and we went to both the place with the red dirt and the place with the fields each day as well!
But today, it was back to the regular grind.
Dad got up, did his grooming, then we went for a
short walk among the two-legger houses. Sadly, then I
was on my own for a while. He came back after a while
and we went for another short walk, then off he went
again in the wheeled rolling room.
This isn't as good. And I'm letting him know it. This morning, I said, "No, I will NOT go for a long walk. Just a short one". And then in the middle of the day, I said, "No, if you can't be bothered to spend time with me then I'm NOT going to take you for a walk at all." I just let him play with me in the backyard for a while.
I want to go back to the fields. I want to run free and help him practice his throwing. I want to spend time with him, Riley, Patty and the orange balls. This short walks and then leave me alone stuff is unacceptable. Hmm... Maybe Dad's not going to get a full night's sleep tonight after all!
I have to admit. It was working. And I was loving it.
It worked really well for the past two days. Dad was home both days so we could go for four walks or more. And we could play ball in the backyard too. We did a lot of that and we went to both the place with the red dirt and the place with the fields each day as well!
This isn't as good. And I'm letting him know it. This morning, I said, "No, I will NOT go for a long walk. Just a short one". And then in the middle of the day, I said, "No, if you can't be bothered to spend time with me then I'm NOT going to take you for a walk at all." I just let him play with me in the backyard for a while.
I want to go back to the fields. I want to run free and help him practice his throwing. I want to spend time with him, Riley, Patty and the orange balls. This short walks and then leave me alone stuff is unacceptable. Hmm... Maybe Dad's not going to get a full night's sleep tonight after all!
Day Two Without Mom
28/03/10 11:27 Filed in: Pawsonal
I'm exhausted. I just took Dad for a long run in the
place with the red dirt and the many trees and now I
just can't catch my breath. Once again, a beautiful
day with the ball of fire in the deep blue and not so
much air moving. I think my Dad actually got too hot
during our walk.
Yesterday was a good day. After our long walk in the morning, I took Dad on another long walk among the two-legger houses, all the way down to the bottom of the hill and back, just after lunch. On that kind of walk, I have to keep attached to Dad by a long rope so he doesn't stray off into the street and get hit by one of those wheeled rolling rooms I keep mentioning. Sometimes those things go fast!
In the afternoon I slept out in our backyard with the fire ball in the sky keeping me warm. That was so nice.
Then I took Dad out to the fields where the eagles and osprey fly for another walk. That's a ball walk. I help Dad get his throwing arm in shape. Every time he throws an orange ball, I run and get it and bring it back to him so he can throw it again. He never gets tired of throwing the orange balls. We met Algie on that walk. I like Algie but he always wants to take away my orange balls.
Finally, after dinner, I slept some more while Dad watched the black box with crazy colours on it. First I chewed my yummy stick, then I drifted off to sleep. So nice and safe.
I took Dad for one last walk before we both went to bed for good. Then he let me sleep all the way until the darkness had disappeared and the ball of fire was back up in the blue.
All in all, a pretty good day, I'd say. Even if my Mom wasn't here to share it. I hope she's having fun visiting the other puppies in her litter!
Yesterday was a good day. After our long walk in the morning, I took Dad on another long walk among the two-legger houses, all the way down to the bottom of the hill and back, just after lunch. On that kind of walk, I have to keep attached to Dad by a long rope so he doesn't stray off into the street and get hit by one of those wheeled rolling rooms I keep mentioning. Sometimes those things go fast!
In the afternoon I slept out in our backyard with the fire ball in the sky keeping me warm. That was so nice.
Then I took Dad out to the fields where the eagles and osprey fly for another walk. That's a ball walk. I help Dad get his throwing arm in shape. Every time he throws an orange ball, I run and get it and bring it back to him so he can throw it again. He never gets tired of throwing the orange balls. We met Algie on that walk. I like Algie but he always wants to take away my orange balls.
Finally, after dinner, I slept some more while Dad watched the black box with crazy colours on it. First I chewed my yummy stick, then I drifted off to sleep. So nice and safe.
I took Dad for one last walk before we both went to bed for good. Then he let me sleep all the way until the darkness had disappeared and the ball of fire was back up in the blue.
All in all, a pretty good day, I'd say. Even if my Mom wasn't here to share it. I hope she's having fun visiting the other puppies in her litter!
While Mom's Away
27/03/10 10:26 Filed in: Pawsonal
Last night we went in the wheeled rolling room to
that place where metal birds come and go. Mom and Dad
went into the building but only Dad came back. He
told me that Mom's gone home to visit her mom and dad
and also to see her litter mates and their own
litters of youngens.
I guess that means it's just me and Dad for a while.
I miss my Mom. I don't know when she is coming home (Dad says we'll have to sleep through 12 darknesses before we see her again) but I keep thinking maybe, just maybe, if I search the house hard enough, I'll find her. So I look and I look and I look. No luck so far.
Meanwhile, this morning I took my Dad for a long walk in the place with the red dirt and the many trees. The shining ball of fire was smiling down at us from the great blue but it was still very cold. I don't mind the cold: when it's cold I feel like I can run forever. And that's what I did. Dad threw my bright orange balls over and over again and I ran so fast to get them.
One time this very big brown four-legger took one of my orange balls and wouldn't give it back. That wasn't so nice. But he was bigger than me so I wasn't going to argue. Finally, my Dad managed to convince him to give it back and all was well.
My Dad marvels at how well I can find the little orange balls. One time he threw one and it bounced off a stick and went deep into the trees. At first I couldn't find it and my Dad even had to push his way through the trees to help. We looked and looked and looked and I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. I was just beginning to lose hope when, suddenly, there it was whispering on the breeze: the scent of the orange ball. I tracked it back through the branches and followed it into a little hollow and then, there was the ball, nestled among the branches at the bottom of a hole.
I couldn't get my nose far enough through the branches to dig it out but Dad came along and stuck his sticky paw down and got it! Hoorray. We're quite a team. Me with my nose and him with his fingers.
Now we're back home and I'm dictating this blog. Dad says, if we write about our day every morning, my Mom will be able to read it each day and know what we've been up to. It's not as good as having her here but at least she'll know I'm thinking about her.
I guess that means it's just me and Dad for a while.
I miss my Mom. I don't know when she is coming home (Dad says we'll have to sleep through 12 darknesses before we see her again) but I keep thinking maybe, just maybe, if I search the house hard enough, I'll find her. So I look and I look and I look. No luck so far.
Meanwhile, this morning I took my Dad for a long walk in the place with the red dirt and the many trees. The shining ball of fire was smiling down at us from the great blue but it was still very cold. I don't mind the cold: when it's cold I feel like I can run forever. And that's what I did. Dad threw my bright orange balls over and over again and I ran so fast to get them.
One time this very big brown four-legger took one of my orange balls and wouldn't give it back. That wasn't so nice. But he was bigger than me so I wasn't going to argue. Finally, my Dad managed to convince him to give it back and all was well.
My Dad marvels at how well I can find the little orange balls. One time he threw one and it bounced off a stick and went deep into the trees. At first I couldn't find it and my Dad even had to push his way through the trees to help. We looked and looked and looked and I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. I was just beginning to lose hope when, suddenly, there it was whispering on the breeze: the scent of the orange ball. I tracked it back through the branches and followed it into a little hollow and then, there was the ball, nestled among the branches at the bottom of a hole.
I couldn't get my nose far enough through the branches to dig it out but Dad came along and stuck his sticky paw down and got it! Hoorray. We're quite a team. Me with my nose and him with his fingers.
Now we're back home and I'm dictating this blog. Dad says, if we write about our day every morning, my Mom will be able to read it each day and know what we've been up to. It's not as good as having her here but at least she'll know I'm thinking about her.
Running With Dad
11/12/09 08:17 Filed in: Pawsonal
Dad's got a new strategy and it's really fun! Now, in
the early morning, instead of us going for a walk
together, we go for a RUN! Fun fun fun.
Well, it's not really a run. I mean, I could run all day at that speed but my old Dad, well, he needs a break once in a while. So we bolt out of the gate, down the drive and up the street and then, just when I'm starting to feel it, I hear "Okay, Marlee, let's slow it down for a bit." And then we walk for a while.
It's pretty good, anyway. As you know, I love to run. I'd run all day if I could, other than the times I like to lie down and close my eyes for a while. And Dad seems to be getting better at it. Each day, we seem to run a little bit more. Still not enough to wear me out but better every day.
And there are more and more four-leggers appearing in our neighbourhood. Good ol' Java is still at the corner but now he's got a little friend: Oreo. I'm not sure about Oreo because he yells a lot and tries to stop me from getting close to Java, but he'll settle down. And the other day we met a really sweet young'en who has a family scent that reminds me of my own pack. She's reddy-brown and has a coat like mine. Mom called her a Labradoodle, whatever that is, but the four-legger herself told me her name is "Roo".
Roo seems to be scared of me a bit (I am much bigger than she is) but she's alright and she smells like family. It's like finding a long-lost cousin!
Well, it's not really a run. I mean, I could run all day at that speed but my old Dad, well, he needs a break once in a while. So we bolt out of the gate, down the drive and up the street and then, just when I'm starting to feel it, I hear "Okay, Marlee, let's slow it down for a bit." And then we walk for a while.
It's pretty good, anyway. As you know, I love to run. I'd run all day if I could, other than the times I like to lie down and close my eyes for a while. And Dad seems to be getting better at it. Each day, we seem to run a little bit more. Still not enough to wear me out but better every day.
And there are more and more four-leggers appearing in our neighbourhood. Good ol' Java is still at the corner but now he's got a little friend: Oreo. I'm not sure about Oreo because he yells a lot and tries to stop me from getting close to Java, but he'll settle down. And the other day we met a really sweet young'en who has a family scent that reminds me of my own pack. She's reddy-brown and has a coat like mine. Mom called her a Labradoodle, whatever that is, but the four-legger herself told me her name is "Roo".
Roo seems to be scared of me a bit (I am much bigger than she is) but she's alright and she smells like family. It's like finding a long-lost cousin!
Adjusting
09/12/09 08:14 Filed in: Pawsonal
I don't think I'm adjusting very well. Now my Mom
sometimes goes away during the day, leaving me by
myself and lonely.
It's hard. I know they're trying to find ways to make it okay for me but I still miss her alot. So much that, during the long darkness when they both lie still with their eyes closed, I have to go to visit her from time to time, just to make sure she's still there and still loves me.
My Dad and I now go for a run/walk in the morning, sometimes before the great ball of fire rises in the big blue. I don't know if I like being away from my home when the darkness is still in place but Dad seems to think it's important. It's not a bad way to start a day: make some brown logs, leave some yellow water in the fluffy white stuff and see the neighbourhood. But it does take time away that I could be spending with my Mom.
My friend Riley comes to visit a lot during the day. That's nice. And my Mom does come home to play with me every day and sometimes even my Dad makes a special visit. And it sure is nice when they both come home and we all go for a nice long walk or run! And then hangout and eat. And watch the colourful noisy box. And eat yummy chewy things! And then go for a walk again!
It's not a bad life, really. But it's not always easy to adjust to the changes.
It's hard. I know they're trying to find ways to make it okay for me but I still miss her alot. So much that, during the long darkness when they both lie still with their eyes closed, I have to go to visit her from time to time, just to make sure she's still there and still loves me.
My Dad and I now go for a run/walk in the morning, sometimes before the great ball of fire rises in the big blue. I don't know if I like being away from my home when the darkness is still in place but Dad seems to think it's important. It's not a bad way to start a day: make some brown logs, leave some yellow water in the fluffy white stuff and see the neighbourhood. But it does take time away that I could be spending with my Mom.
My friend Riley comes to visit a lot during the day. That's nice. And my Mom does come home to play with me every day and sometimes even my Dad makes a special visit. And it sure is nice when they both come home and we all go for a nice long walk or run! And then hangout and eat. And watch the colourful noisy box. And eat yummy chewy things! And then go for a walk again!
It's not a bad life, really. But it's not always easy to adjust to the changes.
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!