She’s back.
Our human has returned. When she
arrived home at almost 1AM, there was much rejoicing. Paxton jumped on her and put two paws on her
shoulders and did a “rouw, rouw” right her face as if to say “welcome
home.” Frodo barked incessantly, scolding
her for going away. Me? I just did the rocket leap straight up in the
air. Repeatedly.
My human confessed to the sitter that she
was bit anxious to hear how things went. The
truth? SURPRISE -WE WERE GOOD!!! Well
except for one SMALL incident…
The oil delivery man arrived. And our sitter could see he was coming to the
door with the bill. So because she knows
us well, she put her bagel and coffee in the microwave – just for safe keeping
while she went to answer the door. Which
took all of 20 seconds. But PLENTY of
time for Paxton to grab the jar of peanut butter and attempt to bury his face
in it.
But other than the loss of one peanut
butter jar, we were all good as gold.
Seriously. We know Christmas is
coming.
Our human was excited to see us too – and
she told us some stories about her travels.
I guess whenever she goes away, we somehow always end up as a topic in
her conversations with people. And
people like to share stories about their canine kids too. My human heard stories from her friends and
colleagues and even strangers. Our human
DOES like to talk a lot – no wonder Frodo is such a barker – we see where he
gets it.
She heard a sad story abut a Cavalier who
passed. I have no idea what that means –
but Frodo said it had nothing to do with gas or playing cards. Our human heard about a BIG Newfoundland dog
(who also passed) who used to run like CRAZY up to strangers, terrifying them –
and then would promptly sit on their feet.
Kind of like Bucket Head. She
heard about a neurotic poodle who loves to bark at the front window at people
passing by and who likes to pull on the drapes too when in this crazy
state. His human hates to stop him
because it’s something “he really enjoys doing”. Get me the address of THAT place. I’m moving there. He has his human VERY well trained.
Our human heard about a Saint Bernard who
likes to smell flowers. Really. No joke.
She saw pictures to prove it. To
that one I say “watch out buddy, with that BIG nose, you might end up sucking
up a bee!”
And then there is the dachshund who likes
to steal empty cat food cans and put them in his bed. Now THAT one I like. In fact, I think I am going to ask for a cat
for Christmas. I’m putting it on the
list. It’s six pages now.
And one more – the colleague whose husband
retired YEARS ago – but who has now decided that they should get a puppy. They are getting him soon – and they haven’t
had a dog in like 100 years. Her husband has dreams that the dog will become a therapy
dog – which is a SUPER cool job. But
let’s face it – not all dogs can do it.
My human NEEDS therapy because she lives with us.
So we heard all the stories and of course
our human had shared a few as well. Most
people didn’t know what the heck a PON is – so she had to educate (and warn) them
about us. We ARE one of a kind. And while she heard lots of stories, NOBODY
she talked to this week had a dog who wrote a blog! But then again, she didn’t meet anyone who
had a PON…a PON named Viktor…
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2014 Linda Wozniak
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