Sorry about Friday's blog. Mother was out late and despite my repeated nudging I just could not get her to type the blog for me. I usually just sit on her lap and tell her what to type, but I may have to figure out how to type on my own. I mean what good is it for a dog to find her voice, if she can't share it.
This weekend we had a visitor that definitely didn't mind sharing his voice; his name is Kris and he is an old man Dachshund. His folks had to head up north to "settle someone's estate", so he got stuck with us -- or so he barks. Most of the time he barked about how alone he was, why won't anyone pay attention to him, bark, bark, bark.
That was until Friday night when he met my father and fell head over hocks in dog love with my dad. He looked longingly at him, as though he'd finally found what he'd been looking for. The rest of the weekend at the den he followed my father around, only ate when he ate, and only slept when he could put his head on my dad's lap. Whenever my father left the den, it was bark, bark, bark at the door until he got back.
I really hope it's just a case of mistaken identity with Kris' real father, otherwise I don't know how my parents are going to explain to Kris' dad that he's fallen in love with someone else. Besides our cozy cave is only big enough for me and Bea.
David the lab with the bubbly ear came back in today to have all the strings removed from his ear flap. He's been such a good sport about the whole thing but really hates the white room on his head. The spring in his step and his hearty tail wag spoke volumes about how excited he was to be getting out of the white room. "I can't wait, I can't wait" he panted in unison with his tail thumping on the wall. "My dad thinks this thing on my head is funny. He keeps throwing treats over my head, and I know they land right behind me 'cause I can smell them, but when I turn around they're gone. I'm going to get him back though. Just wait until he smells something he can't find. We'll see who's laughing then." I was barely listening to the panting ranting of the crazy black lab. That was until the white room came off and treats showered out from behind his head. I can't help but wonder if David's revenge will smell as sweet.
David the lab with the bubbly ear came back in today to have all the strings removed from his ear flap. He's been such a good sport about the whole thing but really hates the white room on his head. The spring in his step and his hearty tail wag spoke volumes about how excited he was to be getting out of the white room. "I can't wait, I can't wait" he panted in unison with his tail thumping on the wall. "My dad thinks this thing on my head is funny. He keeps throwing treats over my head, and I know they land right behind me 'cause I can smell them, but when I turn around they're gone. I'm going to get him back though. Just wait until he smells something he can't find. We'll see who's laughing then." I was barely listening to the panting ranting of the crazy black lab. That was until the white room came off and treats showered out from behind his head. I can't help but wonder if David's revenge will smell as sweet.
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