I knew when I started blogging that I would become famous one day. I’m happy to see this became true – my blog has been read thousands of times and more than 100 humans and canines subscribe to The Bubbles Diaries. More than 100! That is an amazing figure, they won’t even fit into my house!
I think this is awesome. I always wanted to be a famous dog, you know. From the moment I left the shelter and knew Great Things were awaiting me. So I was rather pleased when we went to the beach yesterday and I saw that some very thoughtful fans had rolled out the red carpet for me. A red carpet onto my favorite beach! I don’t know who did it, but I’d like to say: thank you. You know what a celebrity needs!
I am a path-finder, a way-finder. No matter where we are, in Holland or in the mountains in a far away place: I always know the way back. Back home, or the way back to our campervan, which is home too. I do not know why I can do this – it is typically human to ask a thing like that. I just do it. It comes natural to me.
This skill is not always needed, because sometimes the paths are so obvious that even M can find them:
But sometimes we walk in the woods or the mountains or along the coast somewhere and the paths are pretty hard to find. Sometimes there are no proper paths, only tracks made by wild animals. I find these easily, too. I lead M along the way, so we will go safely back to wherever our home is.
The first four months of my live I lived in a shelter in Athens, Greece. Me and my brothers and sisters were brought there by a caring human, she had found us newborn and left alone. We struggled to survive and my brother and I succeeded – we were the thoughest of our litter. After four months my brother and I went to Holland, where we both got adopted.
In the shelter I lived in the puppy quarters. A fun place, you can imagine that! We played together for hours. We also played with the grown up dogs, I had some great friends there too. A lot of these older dogs had been stray dogs. They thought me some valuable lessons about living on the streets. When you live on the streets there is only one thing on your mind: survival. In orde to survive you need food and a safe place to sleep. Some of the former strays I met were masters in getting plenty of food. They taught me how it works. There are two rules: 1 – be polite, always and 2 – chase away any canine that comes close to you and your potential source of food.
Both lessons I incorporated, so they come natural to me now. I thought they might be handy, even though I never became a stray dog. I enhanced the first lesson: I am polite, which means I look eager but not too pushy and I keep my distance. It is important to find the right distance: not too close, but not too far away either. You need to be able to catch the food that is thrown to you:
I made some subtle improvements to the second lesson, too. I chase away competitors and I am very good at that:
Over time I developed new ways of getting yummy food. Like this:
Can you see my tactics? I studied a long time on this one, to get it just right. I look longingly at the human, although what I really want lies in front of me. By not looking at this delicious piece of meat I tell the human: “You are the best human in the world! Do you love me as much as I love you? Please give me the meat!” It takes a lot of self control to do this, I can tell you. But it always works, the human I look so lovingly at will give me the delicious food as a reward.
Mind you: one can only use this specific method with humans one knows very well. Otherwise it will be counter productive, because it is a little bit intrusive.
So… all the festivities have ended. No more yummy food, no more pizza for desert or a juicy bone for breakfast. It is ‘back to business’, M tells me. Whatever that may mean.
I think I have the blues. I’ll just stay in bed, if you don’t mind.