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No more hole

Last time I told you about my great new guarding spot. I had a big hole to guard our garden and house from! But something terrible has happened. My guarding hole is gone.

M filled it up and put plants on it. Plants! And some odd smelling thing with water in it. What a waste.

I am depressed. It was such a nice hole.

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Guest blog by Chuck

My name is Chuck. Actually, I am Chuck the Second. The first Chuck came to a terrible end:

I’d rather not comment on this, it gives me the shivers.

I am very grateful that B gives me the opportunity to share my deepest thoughts and feelings with you in this guest blog. I know I have featured in many blogs, B writing about me. This time I can give you my point of view.

My basic emotions are insecurity and fear. That isn’t nice, but it is the truth. And since I am serious about blogging, and very grateful B gives me the opportunity, I will be honest with you.  I am ever fearful that something terrible will happen to me. I should know that B does everything in her power to protect me from this, but one never knows what will happen.

Did I mention that I am very grateful that B gives me the opportunity to blog? It will do no harm to repeat that. I am, you know. Anyway,  about my second basic emotion: insecurity. I am the favorite prey of B, to be precise I am her top trophy. She takes me around the house and the garden all the time. I usually have to guess what her intentions are. I’m sure they are good, naturally, but nevertheless…. Therefore the insecurity. It depends on the situation how insecure I am. For instance, she dropped me here:

Does this mean she puts me near to the fire, so I will be cosy and warm? Or does it mean she will put me into the fire, which (I probably do not have to explain this to you) will do no good to the material I am made from?

Or this:

Does she put me here so I can have a lovely view from the top of the stairs? It could be, but I could fall too. It is a long way down! And although I am made of flexible stuff, it will hurt, bouncing all the way down – I can assure you.

Than there are the times she takes me out into the garden. That sounds nice, I can be outdoors and enjoy the sunshine. But sometimes she forgets to take me in again and I am left out in the cold and rain.

Maybe I should not feel so insecure, maybe I should just trust her and know that she loves me. Sometimes I do, you know. When she holds me close:

But then, at other times, she just drags me around the house and chews on me hard. Which is not particularly nice, even when one is made out of rubber.

That is why my basic emotions are insecurity and fear. Maybe I will explore this a little more in a next blog, if I get the chance to blog again. One never knows, of course. Sorry if this blog did not cheer you up, I know that B’s posts usually are much funnier. But that is the way it is. Life is pretty hard for a Chuck.

Happy surprises!

Look what I got:

A box full of surprises! All kinds of yummy things hidden in paper and little cups. I unwrapped them carefully and ate them all.

M gave it to me as a present, because today is the last day of the year 2017. Tomorrow it will be a new year with a new number, M tells me. Typical human to measure time in numbers – I think that is very odd. Anyway: they wish each other a happy new year, so I will do so too. I hope this new year will be full of adventures and happy surprises, for  all of you! Happy new year!

Time

I am in a contemplative mood, so I would like to write about something that has occupied my mind recently. Although I am a canine and I usually think about food and play and hunting – because that is what canines do – I sometimes give attention to the more philosophical part of me. Maybe it is because I am from Greece, the country where all the great philosophers come from. Like Pluto and Sobarkes. Ha, everyone knows that!

Anyway, I am thinking a lot about time, recently. That magical thing one can not touch or eat or smell but that seems to be all powerful in the human world. Humans measure their days and energy in time. They never seem to have enough of it. Which is odd, because time is not something you can have. It just is.

There is something strange about the phenomenon: humans tend to measure time in defined units (minutes, hours, weeks). However, it is not that clear-cut. For really understanding time, one does not have to measure it, one has to feel it. Then one will discover that time is not fixed, but fluid.

For instance: time is almost non-existent when one is resting. I call this slow moving time, it is time that is hardly noticed. It is flowing like a broad river, smoothly:

Then there is fast moving time, when one is having Fun and Adventures. This kind of time is bubbly and playful and concentrated in the moment:

And sometimes time is easy and comfortable, it has a leisurely pace. When everything seems to be calm and all right, there is nothing to be overly exited about and one just is, at ease with the world:

I have come to the conclusion that time is not something that is always the same. On the contrary: it is always changing. Like the weather and, well, life – I guess. One can not save time or have time, one can only sense it. And enjoy it. Which is, by far, the best attitude in life, for anything. That is not only the way I see it, but that is how the great philosophers saw it too. I am sure about that.

 

Great, it is King’s day

We are celebrating King’s day. Actually: my humans are celebrating it, like all the other humans in Holland. They eat and drink orange stuff, there are Dutch flags everywhere and music and people selling things they don’t need anymore. It is kind of a party. For them, that is. I do not care much about it. I mean: I don’t mind if they are having fun, but they don’t have to include me. I especially do not like this dressing-up-part of this national party. But alas, there is nothing I can do about it. Not today.

Wagging

In my last post I wrote about the benefits of having a tail. Some humans pointed out to me that I forgot to write about something that is typical for dogs and tails: wagging. Dogs wagging their tails are happy, those humans tell me.

I am sorry to spoil their idea, an idea that is shared by a lot of humans. It is a misconception. We are not always happy when we wag our tail. To be precise: tail wagging has nothing to do with happiness! When we wag our tails, it means we are agitated. Sometimes we are agitated because we sense something nice is going to happen (yummy food! squeaky ball!) and in a way you can say that we are happy then. But when we wag our tail it can also mean we are insecure, angry or even scared.

Is that confusing? Not to canines. We sense each others energy, we know what the other dog means. To humans it can be confusing, because they have not learned how to read our body language. I will give them a clue. Look at the position of our tail when we are wagging. Is the tail up high in the air and wagging fast, it means a dog is over exited. He is not happy, he can even become aggressive. One sees this often when dogs meet. His tail will be high, wagging fast and he will make his body look bigger, standing tense. Usually he will be very close to the other dog. Too close to my liking – when a dog approaches me like this I snap, because they do not respect my personal space. Usually snapping helps, especially with intrusive males.

If the tail is very low, wagging fast, it means a dog is over exited too. It is exited and a little scared, with a look on its face that means ‘ooooh I do love you and I know we will go and do something awesome but will you please tell me what it is because I am really insecure right now!’ Something like that. This dog is not truly happy and his  wagging tail is showing exitement and insecurity.

Then there is the third position: a medium raised tail, wagging slowly. This means the dog is relaxed and yes, most of the time you can say she is happy. Usually you can see this with dogs that are walking leisurely, sniffing her and there, doing some quiet explorations.