I have learned several things about my dog.
He likes me to be where HE wants me to be.
I tried reading in the kitchen at the bar with my coffee while waiting for some dishes to soak. He positioned himself on the carpet at the edge of the living room soft carpet, staring at me, smiling, indicating "want", but not begging, not asking for food, just staring at me trying to make and maintain eye contact.
"Yes? You want something?"
He just sits there on the soft floor warmed by himself, not wishing to venture onto my cold hard floor.
"Do you want me to come into the living room to read so you can chew on a rawhide bone?"
Bigger smile now and tail begins to wag but he doesn't move the rest of his body until I begin to move towards the living room.
Dishes can wait.
I get on the couch to write this and read my friends blogs. He gets on the soft carpeting at my feet and begins working a rawhide bone. But then he stops and stares at the teleBision that is playing music on cable channel 62.818 - Adult Alternative music: Jack Johnson, My Morning Jacket, The Fray, Good Old War, The Hold Steady ....
He is quiet.
Suddenly after fifteen minutes of music he has enough of this and positions himself in the hallway towards the bedroom. At first he doesn't say anything, he just stares. Finally I make eye contact. Then he makes "subtle request noises".
I tell him that I don't want to go back to bed.
He becomes progressively louder.
I stand my ground and don't move.
He gets much closer and louder with his complaining.
I tell him no, repeating my previous words.
He quiets and lays on the floor, although not quite as close as before.
I realize I have to be ready to go downtown to meet plumbers to have them fix something in about an hour.
No, let me rephrase that in the language Plumber Nonsense-ese. I have to wait all day for their phone call so that I can go to the other place for them to work when they get ready. 8 AM just happens to be the earliest that they could possibly call. I s'ppose I should check to make sure my phone is charged and get cleaned up for the day. The dishes can wait and soak a little longer. I need to soak me for awhile. I need more coffee, "two".
Time to find a new music channel on the teleBision as well.
I hear strange noises and turn down the teleBision music.
Cooper is now snoring.
Then a second disturbing animal noise.
I hear a cat suddenly scream right outside my window.
Sleeping dog doesn't move.
I don't investigate the neighbor's cat.
Someday soon I will tell/show you how I make coffee. No coffee pot required, just a microwave oven and a fork. That's right: A Fork
He likes me to be where HE wants me to be.
I tried reading in the kitchen at the bar with my coffee while waiting for some dishes to soak. He positioned himself on the carpet at the edge of the living room soft carpet, staring at me, smiling, indicating "want", but not begging, not asking for food, just staring at me trying to make and maintain eye contact.
"Yes? You want something?"
He just sits there on the soft floor warmed by himself, not wishing to venture onto my cold hard floor.
"Do you want me to come into the living room to read so you can chew on a rawhide bone?"
Bigger smile now and tail begins to wag but he doesn't move the rest of his body until I begin to move towards the living room.
Dishes can wait.
I get on the couch to write this and read my friends blogs. He gets on the soft carpeting at my feet and begins working a rawhide bone. But then he stops and stares at the teleBision that is playing music on cable channel 62.818 - Adult Alternative music: Jack Johnson, My Morning Jacket, The Fray, Good Old War, The Hold Steady ....
He is quiet.
Suddenly after fifteen minutes of music he has enough of this and positions himself in the hallway towards the bedroom. At first he doesn't say anything, he just stares. Finally I make eye contact. Then he makes "subtle request noises".
I tell him that I don't want to go back to bed.
He becomes progressively louder.
I stand my ground and don't move.
He gets much closer and louder with his complaining.
I tell him no, repeating my previous words.
He quiets and lays on the floor, although not quite as close as before.
I realize I have to be ready to go downtown to meet plumbers to have them fix something in about an hour.
No, let me rephrase that in the language Plumber Nonsense-ese. I have to wait all day for their phone call so that I can go to the other place for them to work when they get ready. 8 AM just happens to be the earliest that they could possibly call. I s'ppose I should check to make sure my phone is charged and get cleaned up for the day. The dishes can wait and soak a little longer. I need to soak me for awhile. I need more coffee, "two".
Time to find a new music channel on the teleBision as well.
I hear strange noises and turn down the teleBision music.
Cooper is now snoring.
Then a second disturbing animal noise.
I hear a cat suddenly scream right outside my window.
Sleeping dog doesn't move.
I don't investigate the neighbor's cat.
Someday soon I will tell/show you how I make coffee. No coffee pot required, just a microwave oven and a fork. That's right: A Fork
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:-) Very nice.
And pets, huh? Who, exactly, is in charge here?
Don't answer that one. They listen in, you know.
Pearl
Pearl: [He is very much in charge most of the time!] (I wrote this while he was outside)
I have learnt something of interest the ways of Plumbers are universal. They must have been around in that case from the times when all the land was connected. so from the time of (Pangaea, Pangæa, or Pangea), which might explain the plumber that looks like a Giant Panda. Life as they say is never black and white
HA HAH AHAHH HAHAHHAH HAHAH hah ahhah hahah hahah
Alas, the plumbers could not detect any odors near the sink in question. So I am not sure how much the bill will be for this time. My wife told me that the janitor thinks the problem may be their trash can. It may have had some icky food accumulate from Tuesday through the Friday when they notified me. Of course after working in a chemical production plant for sulfur specialty chemicals for twenty some years, I don't have a nose left that works, its just something "pretty" for the girls to look at.
That is why I like poodles, they talk to me and they can count.
I have very iffy relationships with dirty dishes and plumbers.
I want a doggy! But I don't think I'd be a very committed owner just yet. I barely have time to walk and feed myself let along a dog.
It seems like you like coffee like I like tea....ALOT! :D
My dog follows me to the toilet! - just like my children did as toddlers.
Julie: Cooper follows me there too! He is rarely very far from me, unless he wants some alone time in the backyard.
Having a dog can be rough.
Mia: Cooper is very very rough verbally. I used two very's, one to mean that he complains a lot, and the other very means that he uses the word "rough" quite often. He will say, "ROUGH!!!", and sometimes I will reply, "What, its rough, you need some sandpaper?" hahahahaha ....
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