I had a really tough weekend. There is a new and big responsibility pressing on my slender shoulders, as we say in Holland. M and P bought a new camper and this one is even nicer than the old one. It is my job to guard it, of course. I chase away every human, canine and squirrel that dares to come near our new van. This is it:
We just returned from a three day trip, our first in this new van. It was quite exciting. We made long walks through the woods and over dunes-without-sea (they puzzle me – where did all the water go?).
We even did a walk which apparently is especially for dogs. M pointed out to me that the signs are made for us:
I think this is very funny. We dogs do not need signs, we find our way through the woods easily! Ha, silly humans.
In the nights it became very cold, so I made sure I was warm enough. My coat is pretty and sleek, made for the heat of Greece (where I come from), not the coldness of the north. So I took the right measures to stay warm during the night.
I did not mind sharing my bed with M and P, I am a social dog.
It was a nice trip, but I am very tired now because I hardly slept. I had to guard the van, right? Although the campsite seemed deserted, this was not so. There were squirrels laughing in the trees, rabbits running about and even some chicken prying at our nice new camper. I gave them my special look, so they did not dare to come close.
I had the pleasure of seeing my old friend again, movie star Hester. It has been a while since I saw her – she is very old and doesn’t go to the beach anymore. But yesterday she had a good day and we went to the woods together. She still looks gorgeous, by the way.
It was fun. The sun was shining and Hester pottered around happily, sniffing here and there. I was actively investigating our surroundings, in case there was a squirrel passing by or a dangerous dog approaching. Nothing of the kind happened. We just had a happy walk.
Which is a good thing, especially with old friends.
I like chasing birds and cats and little dogs, but most of all I like to chase foxes. I did it once. We were walking through a field and there it was, a slender fox, right in front of me. In cases like this I do not hesitate: I was off full speed immediately. The fox saw me too (they are not stupid, you know) and started to run towards some bushes. In order to get there, it had to cross the path where we were walking. I sensed where it was going and I raced towards the bushes too, intercepting the fox on his way there. I missed him by half a nose length – he escaped in the prickly bushes. Men, he was fast!
It was the best chase I ever had.
I would love to get another chance of hunting fox. So you can imagine I was thrilled when we were walking in the dunes and there it was, a big fat fox. Just sitting there, in the sunlight.
I smelled it and my muscles started to tense. It was pretty far away and there was a hollow with some prickly bushes between us, so I had to think up a clever plan in order to make this hunt succeed. Then the fox did this:
He arched his back to shit! This was a great opportunity for me, the moment to start the chase. You see: when one defecates, one is temporarily focussed on just that. One can not run and defecate at the same time. Every dog knows this. This was my chance to get close to the fox, he would never be able to outrun me.
But to my great misfortune M had me on a leash and would not let me go. I couldn’t believe she did not let me, I still can’t believe it. This could have been my one and only chance to chase a fox again! I am depressed, really depressed.
One hundred humans and dogs are following my blog. Wow. As a dog I am not very good at numbers, but I do know that one hundred is a lot. And even more read it when they wander along the internet!
It makes me kind of shy. One hundred, that is… an enormous pile of cookies! A field full of rabbits! A trail of sausages as long as the street I live in! I think it is great so many humans and dogs – and maybe, ahum, some cats too, although I really would not like to know how many precisely – read my musings. I hope I make them laugh a lot and cry a little. I also hope that my posts make humans realize how we dogs really are. So they can enjoy life more, with full appreciation of the love we canines give them.
The most important thing I have to say to all my readers right now, human and canine, is: THANK YOU!!! You make blogging a true Adventure.
Humans look at the outside a lot. When they see a big dog, they assume it will be bold and brave. Little dogs they think are weak and therefore in need of caring. For us dogs this is not so. We do not look so much at the outside, but we feel and smell what is inside. The energy of a human or a dog tells us everything we need to know.
Some little dogs are very brave. Take this one, part of our pack of beach dogs. I mean the little one standing on the far right, the one with the crooked legs:
One would not tell by it’s looks, but this one is a leader amongst us, the Bandidos. Whenever we meet a new dog, some of us go out to sniff the new dog and then we make way for Koko. That is his name. Koko will determine whether the new dog is accepted as a temporary friend of our pack. If not, Koko will turn his back on the new one and we will chase the dog away. Koko is a rescue dog from Spain, a real fighter and afraid of nothing. You would’t tell that by his looks, right?
Some other dogs in our pack aren’t to be messed with either. Despite their small appearance, they are tough. Like these two.
Their looks do not tell you who they really are. I guess with humans this is the same. Humans have more means for decorating their outside (only take the amount of clothes they have! Astonishing!), but they can’t fool us. They can wear impressive clothes, but if they are unsure of themselves we feel it immediately.
I think dogs are not the only species with the ability to detect the true character of others, I think every specie can do this. Including humans. They also can feel the energy of another human or canine. They just have to open themselves to it. And practice on it, a lot, since they misled themselves for a long time by focusing too much on the outside.
We just returned from a long walk, M and I and W. W is M’s mother. She likes walking as much as M and I, so sometimes we go together! That’s nice. I like her, she gives me cookies.
We walked on the beach and through the dunes. It was sunny and quiet, we almost had a private beach!
The beach is great for running and chasing birds. Which I did, of course. After some hours we went into the dunes, rabbit country!
But the rabbits were skinny, so I did not catch them. Besides I wanted to save my energy. When we go for a walk and M has her hiking gear with her (a big lumpy thing on her back with loads of stuff in it, like my food and my bed) one never knows when one will return home. I was right in saving my energy: this particular walk turned out to be a two day walk.
On the second day we spotted some very interesting wildlife:
I did want to chase that one, but M stopped me. Not fair! When we walked on I used my sharp eyes and nose even more than usual to spot these big juicy animals. But alas, they were all hiding from me. They must be very clever.
For the last stage of our long walk we walked on the beach again.
It was a nice walk. Now I will sleep for half a day and then we can go again!
Humans tend to think too much. Because of this, they can’t see things as they really are and they create problems, problems that in reality do not exist (they only exist in the human mind). Take the weather. Yesterday it was pouring with rain. Humans do not like that, they complain about it and say grumpy things. I do not get it. Maybe when one human complains to another human that human will alter his behaviour, but with the weather this is not possible. It won’t change because humans complain about it. So why bother?
Besides, by thinking about the weather as a problem humans make it too hard for themselves. We have to go out anyway, you know. So stop wasting energy on complaining and just go out there and enjoy the moment. Because if you do, you will experience it is fun, no matter what the weather is like. Yes you will get wet, so what? That is not such a big deal, is it?
Humans also have a lot of words to describe the weather. Most of them puzzle me. Like this one: ‘it is raining cats and dogs’. Well, I’ve never experienced that. It would be awesome, though, especially the part concerning the cats!
Most of the dogs in my neighborhood know this by now: I am not sociable in the morning. Humans say they are ‘not a morning person’ – I am not a morning dog. When I wake up, there is only one thing on my mind: I want to go to the toilet and that’s it. After that I want food and then I go back to bed again.
So when we go out in the morning, usually I go out with P because M is not a morning person either, I do just that: look for some grass that is suitable to be my toilet. When I meet another dog who wants to sniff me or play with me, I growl. When the other dog persists (some can be such mutts) I snap.
When M gets out of bed, she needs coffee before one can speak to her. I think that would be good for me, too. I think I would be much more friendly if I could have a coffee too. Besides, I am from Greece. All Greeks drink a cup of dark and muddy coffee when they wake up. So why not me? It is not fair that M and P refuse to give me coffee, saying it is not healthy for dogs. Since they persist, they will have to cope with my morning moods. And so do all the dogs in my neighborhood.
Sometimes I muse about what I would have become if I would have remained a stray dog. I suspect I would have lived my life with a pack, working together to get our food. Like I see packs of wild dogs doing on tv (yes, I watch tv. Of course, I am a city dog!)
When I see these wild dogs roaming the streets, I notice that the members of the pack all have their own specialization. Some of them are like scouts: exploring the surroundings, finding the best opportunities for food. When they find something that is worth it, they let the other members of the pack know and together they start the chase. I am certain that in a wild pack of dogs I would be one of those scouts. My nose, eyes and ears are exceptional: I sense opportunities sooner than most dogs. Besides that I am very fast. I can start a hunt and let the others follow me, figuring out our tactics as we go.
When I am out with my friends, the bandidos, I am a scout. I see potentially dangerous dogs (in which case Boss is coming to assist me), yummy seafood or humans carrying sandwiches or other food that is of interest to me. But unlike the scouts in the wild packs I do not wait for the bandidos to follow me: I take the juicy bits before any of them arrives.
Is that selfish? No way. We are very well fed city dogs, we do not need the food to survive as a pack. At the end of the day we all go home to our loving humans, who fill our stomachs with yummy things. And then we watch tv together. Yeah, life is good. I am glad I did not remain a stray dog.
Thanks for the pic, Nicoline!