I have a huge estate to guard. This is our fence:
And this is me, patrolling the fence:
I just want to state that guarding this domain is a big responsibility and I do not take that lightly. I mean: I put a lot of effort in guarding it properly.
So I am not at all amused by humans who walk by and say “doggie” to me, or even worse: sweet or cute little doggie. I want to make it clear, for once and for all, that I am NOT sweet and certainly not cute! Especially when I am guarding our domain. I am a ferocious guarding dog!!!
Humans can be outright stupid sometimes.
I am really glad we moved to a house with a large garden, because I discovered I love guardening. You know: guarding a big estate and helping M out in the garden. I can do both at the same time, of course. It is easy!
M is very pleased with my guardening capabilities. I know this, because when I help her she pushes me around a bit, teasing me. Which means she is happy and would like to play with me if she would have time. But she has not, because she is gardening. She is so busy in the garden that sometimes I help her with the hard work. She is really pleased with that, telling me things like ‘now look what you’ve done!’. By which she actually means ‘thank you for digging such a big hole, large enough for me to put this plant in!’
Did I mention that humans can be a bit confusing in their communication? They say one thing and mean something else. For me this is not a problem, I understand them. But we dogs don’t do this, we are very straightforward. I have the impression that if humans would do this too, there would be a lot less problems in the world. Between humans, that is. But that is not my concern, of course. I am busy guardening!
Something amazing has happened. I have been painted by a famous artist! Check this out:
We met the artist, his name is Jaap Lemstra, in the dunes on one of our long walks. He introduced himself and asked if he could paint me, because…. well, you will know, it is obvious: because of my good looks, of course!
I am truly happy we met him. The painting is awesome, I really like it. M put it in the best spot in our living room, so everyone who visits us can admire it.
I have several good beds in our new home. There is one for every moment of the day. I like to choose the bed that has the most sunshine, because I do like it nicely warm.
The last days the sun wasn’t there. Very disappointing. But just now she came out again! Great. I went to go sunbathing immediately, of course. I’ve got just the spot to do this:
Very nice. When M want’s to go out, she can go on her own. I’m busy.
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!