M did the strangest thing…. we were out in our garden, as we often are. Then M is tending the plants and I am sniffing for cats. But this time M took her gardening tools and began to dig. Not just dig up one plant, like she sometimes does, but ALL the plants!
She did not stop until all the plants were out of our garden and in big boxes.
I find this amazing. I mean: I like digging, but I am not allowed to dig in our garden. Of course this does not mean I never dig – I have some secret projects in the garden M doesn’t know of. But anyway, I thought digging was prohibited. Until now, apparently!
M drove away with all the plants and returned with…. other plants! She put them in our garden, which is now looking like this:
She told me I am not allowed to dig in this bed, nor in any other part of the garden. That is not fair! Why would she go on digging when ever she feels like it, and forbid me to do the same? I do not understand it, either. The plants she put in our garden smell different, they smell like our new garden. I can sense foxes and rabbits and cats – the cats of our neighbors there. Why did M move the plants? It greatly puzzles me.
I have some very exciting news. Maybe you have noticed that I did not go on a long holiday, what we usually do in July. M tells me we will not go on a holiday this summer because she and P are busy with a new house. We are going to move house! Next winter we will move to a new place, she tells me.
That is exciting as it is, of course. It means I have an new territory to explore, new smells and neighbours and all that. But what is even more exciting: this new house has a big garden. An estate for me to guard! I do not know what it looks like yet, I’ll post some pics as soon as I get there. It must be huge. Maybe there will even be some foxes and rabbits trespassing! I do hope that. I’ll keep you posted!
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!
Something really interesting materialized in our living room. It feels like a cave! I like it. I put all my toys in it, to keep them save.
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.
I am a path-finder, a way-finder. No matter where we are, in Holland or in the mountains in a far away place: I always know the way back. Back home, or the way back to our campervan, which is home too. I do not know why I can do this – it is typically human to ask a thing like that. I just do it. It comes natural to me.
This skill is not always needed, because sometimes the paths are so obvious that even M can find them:
But sometimes we walk in the woods or the mountains or along the coast somewhere and the paths are pretty hard to find. Sometimes there are no proper paths, only tracks made by wild animals. I find these easily, too. I lead M along the way, so we will go safely back to wherever our home is.
So… all the festivities have ended. No more yummy food, no more pizza for desert or a juicy bone for breakfast. It is ‘back to business’, M tells me. Whatever that may mean.
I think I have the blues. I’ll just stay in bed, if you don’t mind.