new “indestructible” toy + Me + 15 minutes = Fluff. Ha! “Indestructible” is just code word for “guarantee that the family will buy it for me.” Nothing’s indestructible when you’re Shadrach!
new “indestructible” toy + Me + 15 minutes = Fluff. Ha! “Indestructible” is just code word for “guarantee that the family will buy it for me.” Nothing’s indestructible when you’re Shadrach!
Take Sunday, for example. The family put me (and my food, water, and bed) outside on the back porch. I can get out to the yard if I want, or stay under the roof of the porch if it rains. It’s a pretty sweet deal. Except for the fact that it’s where I lived while they were off on a Grand Adventure. They told me all about it when they came home. They acted apologetic for leaving me for so long (6 whole hours!) but I don’t know if I believe them. The plan was to go to the library and then to buy shoes for Sunshine and a dressy suit for Boy, for their dance recital coming up. How could *that* take 6 hours? They said something about “no stores having the right shoes” and “waiting for AAA to get the keys out of the locked car,” but do you know what I think? I think they went to a dog park and watched the other dogs. I played it cool when they came...
I’ve come to a conclusion recently. My family eats far too many vegetables. Did you know that chopping veggies sound ridiculously close to cutting meat or slicing cheese? I always hope for the best. If it’s vegetables, Mama will give me one to try. Ick. If it’s cheese, I’ll rarely get anything to nibble. So disappointing. If it’s meat, she’ll give me the parts they think are too tough to eat. But she won’t drop it down to me while she’s cutting it up. She puts it in my bowl when she finishes all the cutting. It’s an agonizing wait, but oh so very tasty. How can I convince her to buy more meat and less veggies?
I’m a really easy-going dog. I’ve learned that the family may put me outside when they leave, but they will come back. I no longer sit and watch the doorknob to see if they’re coming back. They always do. But I have my limits. They bought me these bones. They call them a “treat.” For the first several, they were a treat. But one day, I realized that they were mine. No one was allowed near it. I took it outside and tried to bury it under some leaves. The kids found it and brought it back to me. I kept trying to hide it. They kept finding it again. So I left it on the living room floor, and if anyone came between me and it, I would growl at them. I won’t eat it. They can’t figure me out, and I’m not sure I want them to!
Most days, BFF spends the bulk of his day in the “no” room. I guess he thinks it’s more important to work than pet me. I don’t know. The kids and Mama, though, stay out in the main rooms of the house. They do things like school and cooking, but since it’s rooms I’m allowed in, I can be a part of the family. When Mama’s done teaching the kids for the day, she then spends time at her computer working on pictures. And that’s when I go to my new favorite hangout…under her chair. I keep hearing words like “dangerous” and “being careful,” but I’m not sure why. I’m lying in the sun, right next to Mama…what could possibly go wrong?!