September 2nd 2010 10:09 am
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Life has been going along, just like a little dog does. Ball chasing, work, school, playing with Breeze and Cammy.
Barking of that, Mom is getting frustrated with me. I'm not entirely sure why. Ever since Cammy (a 13 inch Beagle) started playing with us, the game has changed. Cammy will run a little, but mostly she and Breeze tussle. They are both tough customers. Breeze grabs Cammy's neck with her mouth and pulls. You can even see Cammy's skin stretch out. OUCH! Cammy just takes it. Then Cammy will jump on top of Breeze and toss her over. Cammy jumps on her and gives her a hard time as well--biting, even humping to tell Breeze she isn't the boss.
I don't like this play. My game is chase--well, herding. So I jump around them, try to separate them and bark at them. I bark and bark and bark. Mostly they ignore me because I'm not a tough gal. I want Cammy to go away so Breeze will run with me. Or I want Cammy to run, too, so I can herd them both. I'm good at that and it's fun!
Mom will come over, say "QUIET!" and put me on my leash. What did I do? I'm not sure. She leads me away and I have to sit with her while Breeze and Cammy play doggy World Wide Wrestling. If I could only figure out what I'm supposed to do... Mom does say, "quiet" other times, usually when I'm whining because I want attention or want to do something she doesn't want me to. Sometimes she says "quiet" when I'm chasing the kitties out of my yard. I dunno... Like I said, a little dog just has to go along.
Speaking of that, Mom took me to this really stinky place we used to go to when I was a wee pup. It didn't smell so bad then, though. Mom opened up both doors to get some good air in there. That helped a little. Mom makes pictures in there. She works away at something, then puts paper on it and hand cranks it through a thing that puts a picture on the paper. Then she hangs the picture up to dry.
Mom Making Art
Peggy, the lady who owns the room where people make art came out to see us. Mom asked, "Do we have any low odor solvent?" Peggy showed her a big can of it, but there weren't any spray bottles to put it in. Mom was having a hard time with the stinky, stinky stuff so when we left for lunch, we didn't go back.
The rest of the day, Mom was woozy and I felt a little woozy too. I don't want her to go back there. Like I said, a little dog has to go along. Mom told me we wouldn't work in there unless we could use the stuff that doesn't stink. She promised. I believe her.
We hope the art is less stinky soon-- and I hear you on the barking. I don't know why we need to be quiet when we are not working! Oops, we meant to post that comment from me-- silly mom! Making art is a good thing, so it's sad that the art room is stinky and bothers you two.
I'm sorry that your friends are playing in a way you can't join in. It's hard when you don't fit with what's going on. You know your Mom adores you from head to tail, right?
We missed you two at yesterday's adventure in Davis. Mom corrected me a couple of times last night when I started doing the excited bark. JoAnn also suggested that Mom not use an excited voice when she told me to "go run" because that is modeling barking and running to me. Mom stopped doing that and I started putting two and two together. I know I can run and play, but barking incessantly gets me on a leash and I can't keep up with Cammy and Breeze--not good. Mom doesn't mind my little growly sounds. By the end of our play time last night, I was only barking a little bit, but mostly not. If that's all it takes to play with my friends without a leash, cool. I'll be happy to use my inside voice. BTW, I missed meeting up with you pups yesterday, too. Mom hasn't been reading our forum posts. I gave her my disapproving look (corrections go both ways around here) and she promised me she will read them more often.
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September 2nd 2010 at 9:39 pm