Yesterday we met an extraordinary dog breed. There were four of them, on the beach. Their human told M they are Salukis, a very old hunting dog breed from Arabia. I played with the youngest one of them and he was as fast as I am. We looked alike, having the same physique. That is no surprise to me, because I am sure I descend from a line of noble, ancient hunting dogs. My grandmother could very well have been a Saluki.
There are no pictures of us playing on the beach, alas, because it was a bit dark already. But M managed to find a picture of this breed on the internet (and no, they are not skinny, they are just right!):
I think they look absolutely gorgeous. I especially like their ears. I am a pretty dog myself, but I would like to have ears like that. So I decided what to ask for a present, this Christmas. Not a bed (I already have loads of them), not food (they will probably give that to me, anyway), nor toys (I destroy them in seconds). I will ask hair extensions! For my ears! That would be so pretty.
I got a really nice present today. Winter is coming and it is getting colder, so M thought I might be cold in the nights. We all sleep in the same room and M and P like to keep this room cool. I don’t mind, but I do have to admit I am not very well suited for cold weather. You see, my coat is made for the country where I was born: Greece. My hairs are very short and on my tummy there is not enough of it to keep me warm. When we are out I run to keep myself warm, but when I am sleeping I cannot do that, of course.
So I like this present! It is a snoozebag and it was made especially for me. It is big enough for me to lie in. I am glad that M respected my taste in this and chose an elegant black-and-white motif, with a classy neutral grey on the outside. Like I told you before: one has to be stylish, always!
Now I can sleep nice and warm. M told me she bought this from a lady who makes these snoozebags and donates the money to the foundation where I came from. That is a nice thought. I will sleep warm and my fellow former stray dogs in the shelter in Athens have something to eat and sleep on, too.
If you want a snoozebag too, just tell your human to go to this Facebooksite. If your human is not very receptive to your hints (some of them can have really big bananas in their ears!), just go to the Facebooksite yourself when your human is not around and keep the computer turned on, so he will see it when he comes home. That should do the trick. Good luck!
Recently I was on a different beach. There were no little crabs, alas. But there was something else and it was awesome: mud!
At first I did not know what happened when I ran to fetch the stick. My feet were slipping , black stuff was tickling between my toes. Then I discovered the endless possibilities of this new ground. I could make slidings, very long ones! Sorry, there are no pictures of the slidings, I am a very fast dog, you know. But here is one picture of me, resting in this delicious mud:
And this is how I looked afterwards. Mud is very good for your skin, did you know that? And it smells great, too. I feel beautiful now.
I am probably telling you no secret that we dogs are a master in creating different looks. We go from totally obedient to acting as if we don’t hear what you are shouting at us in a split second. As I explained earlier in my blog about the Method™, every dog can use this acting talent to get what he/she wants.
There is one look I use for special needs only. If there is something you really want, try this. In this case, it was the herring on the table (which I got, of course!). You have to practice on this one, mind you! It is especially important you get the ears right. So try it in front of the mirror before you test it on your boss.
My boss really loves me. She did something awesome: she enlisted me in a hunting training! She did, because she suspects me to have hunting skills…. She watches all this Cesar Millan shows on television and he shows it works well to put dogs in their natural role. Like sheepherding or guarding. One evening she looked at me and said I might be a hunting dog. Ha! I could have told her a year ago I have hunting skills, because my predecessors were hunting dogs to the Greek nobility. I am sure about that.
So now we train every week, with a group of impressive other hunting dogs. M was first a bit reluctant, because she doesn’t like the idea of hunting. You know, killing other animals. I don’t understand this, because we eat meat. Meat is dead animals. It has to come from somewhere, doesn’t it? In my opinion, you’d better eat a rabbit that enjoyed a wild life in the fields than a poor chicken that has never seen daylight in her life, because she grew up in one of these awful chickenfactories (I know this, because M supports groups who are against this industry. If I get bored, I read their stuff, too. Mainly because they show pictures of tasty animals).
So far, the training is colossal. We search and run and bring back… pink dummies. Alas, we don’t chase animals. Not yet: they tell us that if we perform well, we will hunt real rabbits and ducks and partridges. My mouth is watering. I will really, really do my best to get to this next level!
This is a picture of me, concentrating during hunting training. I am wearing a cool hunting leash (which is matching the pink dummy – one has to be stylish, always):