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Happy Valentine!

Today is Valentine’s day and M just explained to me what this means. It is a very romantic day, when you think about the ones you love. Humans make a fuss about sending cards, sometimes anonymous, and then start fussing about whether the one they love loves them too. We dogs do not have this problem. When we see a dog we like, we just jump on him/her. When the other dog does not appreciate this, he/she snaps. Straightforward and simple, we like that.

Since it is Valentine’s Day, I will write a post especially to the dogs I love. To Boss: I am really glad we got to know each other at Nicolines place, because you are an awesome dog. You are huge and strong and I love your smell. I also like your independent character, so whatever Nicoline and your human try to achieve in your training: stay exactly the way you are. Maybe we can go chase a burglar one day! I’d like that. I will run to the criminal and bite him in the leg to make him fall, than you can jump on him and pin him down. When the police is there we will hand him over to them and receive two big juicy bones as a reward! That would be an Adventure.

To Flynn: I love the colors of your fur and the way you look at me. It makes me go all wobbly in my long legs. I would like to spend more time with you! Just lying in the sun together, on the beach. That would be nice.

To Jack: you are my coolest friend, you make me feel shy when you pry at me with your dark eyes. I am sorry I snapped at you last time I saw you on the beach, I do not know what got into me (all right, I do: there was a little crab I wanted to eat), but I promise you I won’t do that again (as long as you leave the crabs to me). Hey, we understand each other, don’t we? You being a big mean looking Rottweiler from the shelter and me being a sweet looking, beautiful dog from a shelter too.

To Dange, formerly known as Danger: I miss you, because I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you? I remember very well that as a puppy I ran to you and put my little legs around your huge head and you started to snort because you were so happy to see me. I hope I will see you again soon!

To Fred: you are my gentleman friend and always will be. When we are out together, I marvel at the majestic way you walk and the polite things you say. I do hope that someday we will get the change to chase rabbits together. I am a bit younger so I am faster than you, but you are a whippet bred for the races, so I do expect some competition! Let’s dream about that race for the rabbits.

M just tells me one can’t write Valentine’s cards to different males. Why on earth not? Humans can make life very complicated. I do write these posts to all the males I love, because I love them all. I think that is fine and so do they, I am sure about that. Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

 

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Silly

Fred caught a duck! He just told me. He was walking along a canal and suddenly saw some fat ducks sitting beside the water. Fred can be very quick and he was on them before they knew it. He caught one duck by the leg and happily brought it to his human.

Then something strange happened. His human got really angry and told him to drop it. Fred did, bewildered by this reaction and presuming his human wanted it for himself. That is why he brought it in the first place. But his human told Fred he was a bad dog and let the duck get away!

Fred and I are really puzzled by this behavior. Because after the incident with the duck, his human went to a shop and bought meat. I mean: why would you do that? Rudely deny a tasty duck that is delivered to you by your loving dog and then go and buy meat because you want to eat it for dinner? Humans can be very, very silly.

 

Skinny, me?

It happened again, this morning: someone commented to M about me being too skinny. These people act as if they ask a question (‘Oooh, your dog is beautiful but why is she so skinny?’) but actually they mean: ‘Your dog is too skinny, you should give her more food!’ You can’t fool dogs, you know: no matter how nice the words you choose, we can smell what you really think.

I never object to more food, of course. But seriously, these people start to annoy me very much. Because I am not too skinny, I am just right. This is the body shape that suits me. I know from experience, because if I do eat a lot I grow a nice little soft belly, but my ribs still stick out.

I also don’t like these people commenting, because M gets upset about it. This is something that puzzles me about humans: the way they open themselves up to other humans, even if they don’t know them. If a dog I don’t know barks to me in the street I am a no good Greek stray, I just bark back he is an asshole. I don’t care about that and I don’t think about it anymore (other than my friend Fred, but hey, he is a sensitive whippet). But if a total stranger tells M she is neglecting me, she is sad. Even if it is not true and the people telling her this are always too fat themselves, as are their dogs. Truly! Next time someone tells her this, I will bite them. And growl: ‘Yes I am hungry and you look fat and juicy so I’ll eat you and your obese dog!’ That will teach them and make M very happy.

My gentleman friend

I’d like you to meet Fred, my gentleman friend. He lives in the street behind us, that is how we know each other. He is a true gentleman and a full blood whippet. He walks in a graceful way and when he sees me, he gets so happy it looks as if he dances. He is kindhearted and very sensitive – one growl from another dog can make him wonder for days what he did to deserve it.

When I am with him, he lets me sleep on his bed and play with his toys – he has furry squeaky toys,  I love them. M won’t buy them for me because she says I would rip them apart. Well, yes, I would. That is what they are for!

When I was little, I shared my bed with Fred:

Me and Fred

I don’t do that anymore, of course, I am almost grown up! But we do go out together, sometimes. We like sniffing the air for cats and squirrels. Like me, he is super fast. M keeps us on a leash when we are out together, so unfortunately so far we never had the change to test which one of us is faster.

Fred and me outside

I think I am the fastest, but I am not entirely sure about this. Fred is bred for the races, you know, so he could be a tiny bit faster than I.