Kibble. UGH! She says it so sweetly. Come, Bau, and eat your kibble. Her voice has the tone that says I have something really special. I know it’s supposed to be good for me. Full of protein that helps me grow healthy and have strong bones and a shiny coat. But really I prefer a nice piece of cheese or real liver although I don’t mind the dried liver especially when she sprinkles some on my kibble.
I get a piece of the dried liver whenever I poop outside. If I poop inside on my potty mat then I get another treat – roast turkey delights. I don’t know why I get different treats depending on where I poop. Humans are sometimes hard to figure out. I thought hard about this. One of the advantages of being a dog is that you’ve got lots of time to think. I might look like I’m snoozing but really I’m thinking. And so, this is what I came up with. I prefer the liver bits to the turkey bits so maybe mistress is training me to go outside more. I’m a regular Sherlock Holmes, don’t you think?
Another thing about kibble while we’re on the subject is that mistress has been putting less and less sprinkles on my kibble. It didn’t take me long to figure that one out, although I must say that I try to hold out as much as I can and give her my best sad starving look in hopes that she’ll cave in.
Actually the kibble doesn’t taste that bad. It’s the effort of having to crack it, like having to crack shelled walnuts with your bare teeth. Apparently, it’s suppose to be good for my teeth. I don’t know who came up with that one! Certainly not a dog.
On Wednesday, it was Canada Day and I went golfing with my brother. Some Canadian Geese decided to show up to mark the occasion and add to the sand and water traps. Dreadful obstacles.
The geese seemed to have more confidence that I did about airing my shot over them. They were perfectly oblivious to my presence.
I, on the otherhand, had little confidence. I picked up my ball and called it a good Canada Day.
Happy 4th of July to all my American blogger friends
Bau: Hold on, Kip. With me you’re going to have lots of fun. Just wait and see.
Kip: I wonder if he has his driver’s license.
“Hi there, lazy bones.”
I love the way she says it, all smooth and dream-like – almost as if she envies me – so I figure it must mean something nice.
dog napping before bedtime