Yesterday my humans took me for a drive in the car. I have to say, I’m not a fan. They drove for what seemed like hours, walked me round a small field and drove home again. Pointless! And I got travel sick:-( There is a perfectly good park near our house, which we can walk to and in turn save the planet by reducing our carbon pawprint. I do wonder sometimes!
Today, thankfully, I did go to the park where I met up with my friends Ben and Harry. I like them both a lot but they are a bit dopey. Harry bit his ball in half and then spent the rest of the time whining cos it was broken. What a muppet! Meanwhile my humans got stressed cos I went off to say hello to a few people. Afterall, a stranger is a friend you haven’t met yet, and I believe in being friendly. I made sure I ran back a few times to check they hadn’t got lost (you know what humans are like!), but otherwise I had loads of fun playing with some kid’s football. His parents didn’t seem too happy though. I’m still not sure why!
Everyday I take my humans for walkies. The fresh air and exercise is good for them. Plus they always give me treats to thank me for taking them, so its a win-win situation:-)
They seem to like walking along the main road, which is noisy, smelly and for clueless humans, dangerous. So I tend to steer them to the park which is much nicer. Plus there are pigeons I can chase and often other humans stop to comment how soft and fluffy I am. I must confess, I’m not immune to their flattery.
This morning, we came across a Labrador. So far my interaction with other dogs has been limited to the training class I took my humans to (they did poorly but its early days). So in an attempt to be friendly, I went up to give him a sniff. Poo-ey did he need a bath! So I did what anyone would do in my paws, and I started giving the poor thing a wash. His humans are obviously sub-standard in the hygiene dept. But for some reason he got offended and growled at me in the rudest manner! I can only assume he liked being stinky. Each to their own I guess!
This evening, Dyson – my mortal enemy – was on the loose.
The humans have imprisoned him in the spare room, and so far he has been unable to escape. But every now and again they let him out to exercise around the house. I guess it must be a civil rights thing.
I keep my distance because he makes the most horrendous noise and threatens to suck up all my fur. As cute as I am, even I couldn’t work the Mitchell brothers look! I’ve tried barking at him, which works on Vileda, but Dyson is something else. I’ll be keeping my eye on him.
Every morning I gently wake my female human at 5.30am by stretching my paws up on the bed and scratching at her arms. Although usually I don’t get my breakfast for another hour, she needs lots of reminders: she’d feel awful if she overslept, so I do my best to keep her awake. I’m much better than her alarm clock. But strangely, she doesn’t always seem to appreciate the efforts I go to.