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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!

 

Tail

In some ways humans are better off than canines. They can always walk off leash, for instance. But if one takes a holistic point of view, canines have the most benefits. We are the ones with the happy simple lives: we guard, play and eat when we want and sleep the rest of the time. Much better than humans, who seem to be in a hurry all the time doing… yes, what exactly? I don’t know. Working, M tells me. Working for what, when they already have a house and plenty of food?

When it comes to physical differences canines are much better off than humans, too. Humans seem to navigate on one sense only: eyesight. Canines have sharp eyes, but also extraordinary hearing and smelling capabilities. Not to mention our seventh sense, which enables us to feel trouble that is coming to us (like a bad mannered dog in the dog park). We have wonderful warm fur (no clothes needed), pretty ears and, best of all: a tail. Humans do not have a tail. And that is very sad for them. With a tail, you see, one can do so many things.

Like using it as a counterweight when something asks for thorough nose-investigation.

It is also a clear tool for communication, as you can see: my friend near the water signals me she is ready for playing and I answer her with my tail in the same position. The game is on, friend!

The tail high up means: I am stronger than you are, try me! It is also a signal of extreme alertness – I put my tail up high when I smell a burglar, or a cat. By the way: in the above picture my friends were not really fighting, they were just testing one another’s strength. The dog in the back thought it pretty silly, as you can see.

A tail is a real asset. It is sad humans do not have one.

 

Together

We take a walk every day and that is always nice, but sometimes it is something special. Today M and I had this kind of walk. I will try to explain why this one was special. It is not because we went to a new place, because we walked in the dunes and on the beach, like we often do. I think this one was special because we did it together.

This may sound strange to some humans (I bet the canines reading this will understand, though). One could say that all the walks we make are together, but that is not so. It is like this: sometimes when M is stuck in her writing she takes me out for a walk. While we walk she thinks about what is bothering her and I take the opportunity to smell and run and play with other dogs. We are out, but we are not really walking together. Not in the sense of togetherness. We both do our own things.

On our walk this morning we were truly walking together. We ran in the dunes and played games on the beach. I was totally focussed on her and she on me. When this is the case we are like a team, paying attention to our surroundings but not really interacting with other dogs nor humans. We have fun together. And that is awesome.

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Nightmare

As you probably know we have a campervan and it is my job to guard it. I do this with pleasure, like I guard our house and our cargobike and everything else that is mine. I do allow some dogs to sit next to me in my cargobike, like Hester and Zuid. But I do not like them to enter my house and certainly not my campervan. That is my territory.

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So it was quite a shock to me to see what Nicoline, my personal trainer, is doing to her campervan. When we go out with our pack she drives us in her van, a real dog walker van with loads of space for all of us. She also has a campervan of her own and apparently she is using that to get the pack to the beach too! She send me this picture. It is a real nightmare for me to imagine this happening to my campervanI sure do hope M won’t get any ideas when she sees this. I would never allow this to happen in my campervan!

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Guests

I am a lucky dog: we have two guests staying at our place and they play with me! Now I have twice the change of finding a playmate!

They even want to play the thrilling and dangerous feet play. This means they wriggle their toes and shuffle their feet, while I jump around and try to bite them in their toes. Not really bite them of course, if I did that the game would be over too soon. No, I pretend to bite them and they pretend to be scared. It is my favorite game.

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When they come home after a day of sightseeing and enter the house I greet them in my own very special bouncy barky way. They greet me by saying “hello miss Ferocious’! I like that. I am miss Ferocious!

These guests are from the US, so my English is improving, too. Today I learned that in English there are three words for hitting: slap, punch and hit. In Dutch we have only one word for that. Not that it is very useful to me, because dogs do not slap, punch or hit. We paw. I’ll ask them if they have more words for that, too. I already learned pawsome. A very nice word. These guests are pawsome!

 

The art of fetching ball

Most dogs love to fetch balls. I have been thinking about this – I like it too, I like it a lot, but why? Sometimes I muse about things like this, when I am snoozing in my favorite chair.

When we dogs fetch balls, we experience a lot of different emotions and feelings. First there is anticipation. The human takes the ball into its hand and we focus on that: we see the ball, we know what is coming, we feel our muscles straining, ready for action. It is the sheer joy of knowing a human will throw a ball for us.

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Then the moment is there: the ball leaves the hand of the human and flies through the air. This is when we start running, but not at full speed immediately. At least, that is how I do it. I run and look at the ball at the same time. I make sure I follow the orbit of the ball, adjusting my speed to the speed of the ball. While running, I calculate where it will come down. I enjoy the wind on my coat and in my ears, I feel the ground under my feet, I spread my toes for optimal balance and power. I experience all these sensations at the same time, which makes it thrilling.

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When I have figured out where the ball will land, I accelerate. I love to use all the strong muscles in my body. I race towards the spot where the ball comes down, because I want to catch it before it hits the ground. I am most peculiar about this: the best way to do ball-fetching is catching it in the air. I want to do the same with pigeons, but so far they are flying too high – pity.
I stretch my long legs and jump.

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Then, when I have catched the ball, another part of the play begins. My muscles relax a little, because full speed is not required anymore. I feel the gritty texture of the ball in my mouth – mostly we play this game on the beach, so there is always some sand involved. I turn around and face my human and I start running back to her, fast but not too fast. This is the moment when I enjoy the feeling of fulfillment: I have got the ball, I catched it flying, it is totally mine. Sometimes I savour this moment a bit longer, by digging a hole and burying the ball in it.

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Then I take it out and bring it back to my human. And we start all over again (that is why I bring it back)!
All this: the anticipation, the speed, the part where we need to calculate which way the ball is going, the joy of catching it… all this is why we love to fetch balls.

Raining cats and dogs

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?

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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!