The weather is stormy today. We went to the beach and my ears just flew with the wind! Like in this pic – this is an old one of me and some of the Bandidos. I do not have a pic of this morning, the weather was so bad that M did not want to use the camera!
I like it when the weather is rough. It makes me feel very energetic, it is even more fun to run at the beach when the wind is blowing into my ears and fur!
By the way: I do not have pics of our new home yet. M tells me it will take some months before we move, so I won’t be able to check it out for some time. She also tells me we’ll stay in the same city and will walk the same dune-forest and beach. So my hunting grounds won’t change. Nice.
I just got home from a holiday with my personal trainer Nicoline and her pack of bandidos. It was good! It was a bit disappointing that M and P went on a holiday without me, again, but well. I have a positive attitude, I won’t hold it against them since they arranged a holiday for me as well. This time this was our pack, the core of it – it extends when Nicoline picks up some more bandidos. She is a dog walker too, you know. The gorgeous looking guy next to me is Boss, my favorite boyfriend.
I did not mind posing for the picture, but I did mind that we were sitting on a very nice doggy bed – the one I had picked as mine during this particular holiday. So when the photo shoot was over, I claimed it once again.
By the way: we did not travel in the usual dog walker van to the beach, but in a campervan, like I told you in my previous post. Of course I sat on the front seat, next to Nicoline, while all the rest of the pack had to sit behind us, on the floor. Nice.
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.
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!
I am back! I had a wonderful holiday with Nicoline and her pack of bandidos. The holiday was all-inclusive: food, snacks, beverages, a cosy place to sleep, a full activity program and lots of friends – all arranged for me! Awesome.
We went to the beach for hours:
I made new friends:
And settled old grudges with old friends:
No, I am not kidding, we are truly friends! We just needed to talk something through. Thoroughly.
After that, we had great fun together.
It was a very nice holiday. But I am glad to be back home with M and P. I have time to blog again! I hope you all had a good beginning of the new year as well. For me, this must become a wonderful year, starting this way.
I find it amazing how silly humans can be. Some humans, I mean. Especially humans with bad mannered dogs. Where I live there are some areas where dogs are allowed to run off leash: the forest and the beach. In Holland everything is very orderly, there are designated areas and rules for everything. I don’t know why, but when you don’t comply you get a fine and that means less money to spend on dog cookies. Which, of course, is bad news. So M complies with these rules and I agree with her, concerning the cookie-consequence.
Anyway, we go to these dog-off-leash-zones a lot. And sometimes we meet bad mannered dogs there, running off leash too. When we are harassed by such a dog and our human tells the human with the bad mannered dog she doesn’t like that, she often gets the reply “this is an off leash zone, so my dog can do as he pleases”. Truly, that is the answer we get a lot. Amazing, isn’t it? As if an off-leash-zone means you can do anything you like! As if it is not their concern that other humans and dogs are being bothered by their dog.
I find this very strange. And very unwise, too, from the point of the bad mannered dog and his human. Humans usually end up in an argument when this happens, but we dogs don’t do arguments. We strike. Not the shy and polite dogs, they will hide behind their human. But dogs like me, we don’t accept it when another dog annoys us. Especially when I am with my friends, the bandidos. When a human is too lazy to discipline his mean dog, we will. We actually like doing it, so I hope we will meet one again soon.
Lately M is looking a lot at the big luminous device in our living room. She is watching a new Netflix series, she tells me: Narcos. It is about drugs and a guy named Pablo Escobar. I doze next to her when she watches, hearing a lot of new words. M tells me it is Spanish. Great, I am learning some Spanish!
I like some of the words I learned. For instance: ‘bandidos’. That is what they say a lot in this series: ‘somos bandidos’. It means ‘we are bandits’. I like this word because it is exactly what we dogs are when we are together. Like when I am with my friends in the pack of Nicoline, my personal trainer. We are always up to some mischief. Humans and other dogs that meet us are beware of us, some are even a little frightened. They should be! We truly are a gang of rebels. Somos bandidos!
This is a pic Nicoline made from some of us. She caught them in the act of an undermining activity, as you can see.