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My folks have posted a new game. It barks.

Daisy and I have been house dogs for most of the month because it has been very hot. We have to go out for a walk early in the morning before the pavement starts frying.

Of course, the grass at the park is always nice, and we do go for the occasional swim at the lake or the river.

We are not spoiled. You try getting through a triple-digit summer wearing a fur coat!

posted by Zippy 07/31/2003 11:03 AM ^^

 

I wonder what it would be like to have a tail.

Daisy has a tail. She has a very happy tail. Sometimes her tail is so happy she knocks things off the living room coffee table.

I can wag my nub. I have a very happy nub when I am in the presence of something exciting, usually food.

But if I wanted to knock something off the living room table, I would have to use my nose. That makes it harder to proclaim my innocence if I “accidentally” knock over a box of cookies and proceed to eat those that fell.

Me: It was an accident, I swear.

My folks: We saw you nose that box!

A surreptitious swish of the tail would go quite far to insure plausible deniability:

Me: It was an accident, I swear. I was just thinking about how happy I am, and my tail just couldn’t help but wag, and the box of cookies just happened to be in the way.

My folks: Oh, such a happy dog! Here, feel free to eat all the cookies that fell on the floor!

I can dream.

posted by Zippy 07/11/2003 8:29 AM ^^

 

Here is a story about a Corgi hero.

Duke the Corgi saved his master from freezing to death. Way to go, Duke! Duke gets a medal (really).

Interesting thing about this article, though. I do believe this is the first time that I have ever heard of a Corgi being described as the size of a bread box.

I have never seen a bread box, so I don’t really know.

posted by Zippy 07/04/2003 5:20 AM ^^

 


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