5:30am: Started the day as a hero! When
the sound of the newspaper hitting the driveway roused me from my deep slumber
-- the impact indicating the paper was much heavier than normal -- I realized
that no one in the house was yet awake! I roused my master by licking him in the
face. He appeared very angry with himself for having overslept, shouting
and waving his arms. His ill temper even seemed directed at me a bit, which is
silly since it is I who saved him from being fired. Funny thing though: He
didn't go into work, but spent the morning leafing through the large newspaper
and drinking coffee. He seems to do this once a week, and I don't know why.
7:30am: Invaders! The people who live next door came out into their
yard, obviously getting ready to lay siege to our house. Snarling and
barking, I let them know in no uncertain terms that I was prepared to tear them
from limb to limb it they came any closer, and was able to repel the invasion.
This is an almost daily occurrence; you'd think they'd learn. My master added
his voice to the fray as well, yelling angrily. I am sure the people
couldn't hear him, but it was nice of him to lend his support.
10:00am: I was forced to move, as the patch of sun in which I was lying
had, for some reason, slid over a few feet. It's not easy being a dog.
1:00pm: I have the most thoughtful master in the world! While it's true
he left me alone in the house for several hours, he did set out a treat for me
on the kitchen counter. It was even gift-wrapped, a courtesy I wish he'd
skipped, since it led to me having a lot of plastic in my teeth. The
roast was delicious, though frozen in the center. I don't want to seem
ungrateful, but crunching through two inches of rock-hard beef is hardly my idea
of a delicacy.
2:00pm: Most unpleasant experience when my master returned home and was
furious that I had not eaten the plastic wrap which had been covering my
present. He kept pointing at the small pieces of Styrofoam and other debris and
raving in a most irrational fashion. I'm sorry, but he should know that I can't
eat that stuff; it makes my stomach upset. When he began rolling up a
newspaper I realized he'd lost all reason and bolted for the front door,
which was fortunately open just a crack.
4:00pm: Spent the afternoon with the girls. A most productive
day; I was able to mark territory for two blocks. "Drip 'til you drop" is our
motto. We had a small snack at an outdoor cafe we like, with meat scraps and
bread served out of circular containers with easily displaced lids. Ran into
that rogue Sebastian, who lifted his leg with irritating nonchalance --does he
think I don't know about his obsession with Muffy, that snotty schnauzer from
down the road? Last month there wasn't a male in the neighborhood who couldn't
be found outside her fence, and Sebastian was at the head of the pack. I let
him know I want nothing more to do with him.
5:00pm: What a treat! On the way home a flock of ravens drew my
attention to a squirrel that had been flattened by an automobile. After several
days in the sun, the aroma was so delicious it made my nose
quiver. I rolled in the wondrous fragrance for several minutes, and when I stood
up I positively radiated eau de road kill. Let Sebastian drool over Muffy
-- he doesn't know what he's missing.
6:00pm: Of all the times to get a bath! My master, still in a foul
mood, made me stand outside in the chill air while he shampooed and rinsed me
several times. Every time I shook the water from my fur he, too, became
drenched, and in the end he was shivering. Why in the world does he do stuff
9:00pm: Time to sleep, though I am not allowed on the bed whenever
anyone's home. Ah, the life of a dog.
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