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Guardening

We have been out in the garden a lot recently. M has been working with the plants en bushes, making it all look pretty. She likes doing that. My task is to guard our property, so no cat or pigeon will enter it. Nor foxes nor rabbits, although I would like to chase a trespassing fox out of our garden! Alas, there are no smells of foxes or rabbits near our garden, so I guess they avoid us because they know I am here. Pity.

So M is gardening and I am guarding. Which, in a garden like this, is demanding because there are so many sounds and smells  – human and feline – around us. It is guardening!

Relax

I am a wealthy city dog, so I have lots of soft beds to sleep on. Beds in different forms: baskets to curl into and big pillows to stretch my long limbs. Nice. Although I would like my humans to buy me a bigger basket, because this one I have outgrown.

Do you think this is a strange sleeping pose? Ha! Look at my friend Boss. That is not just a strange pose, it is ultimately relaxing. We canines know how to relax. Humans could learn something from us. This is what couches are for!

 

New room, new lookout

The past weekend was a bit disturbing for me, because all of a sudden M and P started to move things in our home. Not just a little thing, but big things: they changed the complete inventory of three rooms! No canine likes change when the present situation is comfortable, but humans tend to see these things differently.  There was nothing I could do about it.

I went to a room that was quiet and waited what was about to happen. When they were finished moving all the stuff around, they called me to do a thorough nose-inspection of the three newly furnished rooms. I did, of course. It was a bit odd to smell familiar things in a different setting.

I did not see the need to do all this changing, but there is one positive result. M moved her work space to the front of the house and therefore created a new lookout for me! She is working in a room that was not used much before. She will be there almost every day and I can be with her. And guard my territory from a new perspective! I do like that.

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Snow

P has gone on a holiday, without M and me! I was sad about that at first, but M told me he went with a group of friends to a place I would not like. Then he send us a picture of this place:

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It looks terrible! I can see what M means: I would not like it there. It looks icy cold. And, what is worrying me most: there is snow almost everywhere, not one green spark of grass to be seen! That would bother me if I would be there, because where would I be supposed to pee? No grass! Horrible.

Don’t get me wrong, I do like snow. Like in little-fields-of-white-fluffy-stuff, which are great for playing. Especially when the temperature is pleasantly warm. My first encounter with this kind of snow was in our first long summer holiday together:

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That was nice. But where P is now it looks a lot colder and more serious, concerning snow conditions. I don’t mind he went without us. I do hope he will be back home soon, though.

Chuck no more

Chuck, my favorite prey, is no more. That is at least what M tells me. He is broken, she says. I do not see the point. I can still drag him around with me, I don’t care whether he consist of one or two parts. They easily fit into my mouth. But M will throw him away, she tells me. This is what Chuck looks like now. He changed into an extended version of himself:

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M thinks I will be sad about it, so she bought me a new prey. She just gave it to me and tells me this is Chuck, too.

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Ha! I can’t be fooled: this is not Chuck. He does not smell nor taste like Chuck.

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This ain’t Chuck, this is Chick!

I don’t mind, though. I like to play with Chick. Maybe even more than I did with Chuck, because Chick makes squeaky sounds when I bite her. Nice.