Tuesday, September 21, 2010
What is that Human Thinking
This morning on our walk, we saw a cat. We jumped around, whined, and as embarrassing as it may be, we squealed. And what did the crazy human do? She ignored our pleas! She sped up, tightened up on the leashes and walked with an intense determination. We communicated "CAT! CAT!CAT!" for as long as we could and she was so disinterested. We just don't get her. We love her, but don't get her.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Walk at the Grandparent's House by Kate
Holy Cow! or is it horse, or bunny, or bird, or cat....oh heck, I don't know! My nose can't take it all in. This is great!
The walk down to the road is uncomfortable. There are these big, hard, lumpy things that we walk on and then there are some that are small and get in between my toes. They hurt, but it's worth it. The human tries to guide me to the grassy area, but when I try to go into the high grass she pulls me back, so I walk on the lumps. I think it makes her feel bad. Although it's wrong for me to be manipulative, I just can't help it. Sometimes I will kick my feet out and look back at her with a pathetic look. It makes me laugh a little inside.
Next door there are these really big animals. They walk on all fours like a dog, but I don't think they are dogs. Whatever they are, I feel sorry for them because I've seen humans put a big seat on them and then get on their backs. After they mount up, they kick their sides and yell giddy up. I just can't imagine how degrading that must be. But they seem to enjoy the interaction with the humans, so I guess to each his own. What I really like about them is their tails. They are long and swishy and it makes me jealous. All I have is a little nub.
Two doors down from the grandparent's house is the County Youth Park. Most of the time I don't like this place because it's loud. Today though, there were big trucks and trailers and little humans. This one little human really liked us and was waving his hand and smiling. I really like little humans. They remind me of my life before coming to live with my current human. But, I don't like to talk about that.
On our way back, I saw something shooting out of the ground way off in the distance. It was freaky and threatening, so I stopped and gave it my best low growl. The human kind of giggled, which really confused me that she would giggle when I was trying to protect her. So, to show her how serious I was, I gave it another really deep growl. And then she said, "It's a water fountain, Goober!" as she continued to giggle. I'm not sure that it was necessary to laugh at me, much less call me a Goober, but I like her laugh and smile, so I will tolerate it.
Speaking of the human smiling, there were these big things in the sky. They had lots of colors and made a loud noise. There were humans in them, which kind of freaked me out, but the human said that she's always wanted to go up in a hot air balloon. So, I guess they are called hot air balloons. Just for the record, I love her, but I sure don't want to go on that adventure with her. Maybe another human will join her.
Overall, this was a great walk. And the best part was at the end, after we made it back in the house and drank some water. Granddad (who really isn't my granddad, he adopted me just like my human did) woke up and I really, really like him. I got so excited, probably too excited, because the human had to get the water bottle. I hate that water bottle, but that's a story for another time. For now, I am going to go take a nap and dream of all those smells on our walk today.
The walk down to the road is uncomfortable. There are these big, hard, lumpy things that we walk on and then there are some that are small and get in between my toes. They hurt, but it's worth it. The human tries to guide me to the grassy area, but when I try to go into the high grass she pulls me back, so I walk on the lumps. I think it makes her feel bad. Although it's wrong for me to be manipulative, I just can't help it. Sometimes I will kick my feet out and look back at her with a pathetic look. It makes me laugh a little inside.
Next door there are these really big animals. They walk on all fours like a dog, but I don't think they are dogs. Whatever they are, I feel sorry for them because I've seen humans put a big seat on them and then get on their backs. After they mount up, they kick their sides and yell giddy up. I just can't imagine how degrading that must be. But they seem to enjoy the interaction with the humans, so I guess to each his own. What I really like about them is their tails. They are long and swishy and it makes me jealous. All I have is a little nub.
Two doors down from the grandparent's house is the County Youth Park. Most of the time I don't like this place because it's loud. Today though, there were big trucks and trailers and little humans. This one little human really liked us and was waving his hand and smiling. I really like little humans. They remind me of my life before coming to live with my current human. But, I don't like to talk about that.
On our way back, I saw something shooting out of the ground way off in the distance. It was freaky and threatening, so I stopped and gave it my best low growl. The human kind of giggled, which really confused me that she would giggle when I was trying to protect her. So, to show her how serious I was, I gave it another really deep growl. And then she said, "It's a water fountain, Goober!" as she continued to giggle. I'm not sure that it was necessary to laugh at me, much less call me a Goober, but I like her laugh and smile, so I will tolerate it.
Speaking of the human smiling, there were these big things in the sky. They had lots of colors and made a loud noise. There were humans in them, which kind of freaked me out, but the human said that she's always wanted to go up in a hot air balloon. So, I guess they are called hot air balloons. Just for the record, I love her, but I sure don't want to go on that adventure with her. Maybe another human will join her.
Overall, this was a great walk. And the best part was at the end, after we made it back in the house and drank some water. Granddad (who really isn't my granddad, he adopted me just like my human did) woke up and I really, really like him. I got so excited, probably too excited, because the human had to get the water bottle. I hate that water bottle, but that's a story for another time. For now, I am going to go take a nap and dream of all those smells on our walk today.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Trash Day!
Trash Day - it's the best. As we walk out the door the aroma hits us and the excitement builds. The human - not so much. To her, it seems like just another day. There are some things about her that we will never understand.
As we turn the corner from the driveway, we are a bit disappointed in the next door neighbors because they stack their recycling and cover it with a brick. They must put their good stuff on the bottom. It's probably revenge because of all of our barking. But, then we hit the next door down. They have a very small human. Oh my! The smells that come from their trash and recycling is beyond heavenly. Again, the human doesn't get it because she begins tugging on our leash and saying,"come". Really?! Why doesn't she get it?!
After the small human's house, it's a bit downhill from there. No, we don't mean that we are walking down a hill, it's that the after the small human's trash and recycling, there's not much better. Well, except for that light pole that the human tolerates us sniffing for a while. It's hard to read all that pee-mail in the time she let's us sniff. Oh well, guess we should be grateful that she takes us on a walk (not sure what that means, but we've heard her say it before!).
Maybe tomorrow we'll share about the chicken bone that we keep coming across. We try not to stop every time and sniff it out. This is because we try so hard to make the human think that we can't remember things. You know, things like - we shouldn't stand half in and half out of the doggie door or we shouldn't bark at the neighbors who have lived next door since we've lived here and, well, the list goes on. But, we're not sure that we can trust that you won't tell the human our secrets. You are, afterall, one of them.
As we turn the corner from the driveway, we are a bit disappointed in the next door neighbors because they stack their recycling and cover it with a brick. They must put their good stuff on the bottom. It's probably revenge because of all of our barking. But, then we hit the next door down. They have a very small human. Oh my! The smells that come from their trash and recycling is beyond heavenly. Again, the human doesn't get it because she begins tugging on our leash and saying,"come". Really?! Why doesn't she get it?!
After the small human's house, it's a bit downhill from there. No, we don't mean that we are walking down a hill, it's that the after the small human's trash and recycling, there's not much better. Well, except for that light pole that the human tolerates us sniffing for a while. It's hard to read all that pee-mail in the time she let's us sniff. Oh well, guess we should be grateful that she takes us on a walk (not sure what that means, but we've heard her say it before!).
Maybe tomorrow we'll share about the chicken bone that we keep coming across. We try not to stop every time and sniff it out. This is because we try so hard to make the human think that we can't remember things. You know, things like - we shouldn't stand half in and half out of the doggie door or we shouldn't bark at the neighbors who have lived next door since we've lived here and, well, the list goes on. But, we're not sure that we can trust that you won't tell the human our secrets. You are, afterall, one of them.
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