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.
Chuck, my favorite prey, is no more. That is at least what M tells me. He is broken, she says. I do not see the point. I can still drag him around with me, I don’t care whether he consist of one or two parts. They easily fit into my mouth. But M will throw him away, she tells me. This is what Chuck looks like now. He changed into an extended version of himself:
M thinks I will be sad about it, so she bought me a new prey. She just gave it to me and tells me this is Chuck, too.
Ha! I can’t be fooled: this is not Chuck. He does not smell nor taste like Chuck.
This ain’t Chuck, this is Chick!
I don’t mind, though. I like to play with Chick. Maybe even more than I did with Chuck, because Chick makes squeaky sounds when I bite her. Nice.
I so very much love the sun. When ever there is a ray of sunlight in our house I lie down in it. I cherish the warmth on my coat, it makes me so relaxed. I like dozing in the sun for hours. It can’t be hot enough for me – there are only a few times I remember that being in the sun was too hot and I looked for some shade. But that was in high summer and we were travelling in the south.
So I think it is very, very nice that M placed my bed in the garden today, so I could enjoy the warm sunshine in my own cozy soft bed.
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.
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!
Sorry you haven’t heard from me for a while. I have been very busy, there are so many things asking for my attention that I sometimes just forget to blog.
One of those things is that all of a sudden there are loads of new dogs trespassing my territory. I don’t know where they come from and I find it very disturbing. They do not come in groups, but walk one at a time with humans that are unknown to me too. Of course I growl at them, from my guarding point. That usually helps: they leave soon. Good. I am very capable to fight, I am a ferocious guarding dog. But as I explained earlier we dogs prefer not to fight, because the risks are very high. One could get hurt.
Anyway it is a mystery to me where all these dogs come from, so suddenly. Is it the nice spring air that makes humans adopt dogs? Has there been a baby boom? In that case one would see a lot of similar dogs of the same age and that is not true. Could it be that all these dogs and their humans read my blog and want to see for themselves where I live? Now that is a thought.
How flattering. But I really would prefer them to just read my blog and keep out of my territory, out of my street. Thank you.
M just told me that today is my adoption-birthday: exactly three years ago M and P took me to my new home! As a dog numbers don’t interest me very much, but three years in my new home sounds like something worth celebrating. So we will! We already are, I assure you, because the sun is shining on my favorite chair and I am dozing happily. Sunshine always is a nice gift. Later on we will go to the beach and after that I will get a nice snack, M tells me. Great! I feel like it is my birthday.
When M and P took me to my new home, three years ago, I did not know what to expect. I admit I was a bit scared – going with a couple of total strangers. I was very young at that time, only 5 months old, and although I did have some experience in life (growing up in a Greek shelter, traveling to Holland when I was 4 months old and living with a foster family) this trip to my new home was kind of frightening. As you can see by the look on my face:
However everything turned out to be fine, as you all know. I grew up to be a strong and happy dog, the fastest on the beach. I even got my own blog! Life has been good to me.
Sorry you haven’t heard from me for a while. I have been very busy because something terrible happened: there is a mouse living in our kitchen! I find this outrageous. What is he thinking? It is my house and I did not invite him to come living with us!
The trouble is, and I am a bit ashamed to admit this, that despite my efforts I have not yet solved this problem. The mouse is very clever and super fast. I tried to catch it when he ran through our kitchen, but he is so tiny and fast that I missed him. I tried to impress him by growling, but he did not leave. He has a most annoying lurking-place, behind the fridge. This is where he hangs out:
You can not see him, but I smell him all right. Men, he stinks! The stench is terrible, an offense to my sensitive nose.
So far he is there alone, I do hope he will not invite all his relatives. On the other hand: if there are more of them, changes become bigger that I will catch one of them. That will scare them so much that they will all leave, no doubt.
Anyway: I have work to do. I have to train my velocity. And ask some advice from my friend Juna, who is a mouse catcher. Maybe I can even ask Habiba, the cat next door. She is a cat and therefore not to be trusted, but she is kind of cool, for a cat. Cats know how to catch mice, at least that is what they brag about all the time. Maybe she will give me some sound advice what to do.
Most of the dogs in my neighborhood know this by now: I am not sociable in the morning. Humans say they are ‘not a morning person’ – I am not a morning dog. When I wake up, there is only one thing on my mind: I want to go to the toilet and that’s it. After that I want food and then I go back to bed again.
So when we go out in the morning, usually I go out with P because M is not a morning person either, I do just that: look for some grass that is suitable to be my toilet. When I meet another dog who wants to sniff me or play with me, I growl. When the other dog persists (some can be such mutts) I snap.
When M gets out of bed, she needs coffee before one can speak to her. I think that would be good for me, too. I think I would be much more friendly if I could have a coffee too. Besides, I am from Greece. All Greeks drink a cup of dark and muddy coffee when they wake up. So why not me? It is not fair that M and P refuse to give me coffee, saying it is not healthy for dogs. Since they persist, they will have to cope with my morning moods. And so do all the dogs in my neighborhood.