My Not So Good Day
Hi! It's me again - Cobalt. This is mine now, remember?
So, here we are, It's finally getting nice and cool outside and I really like that. But there's a lot more walking in the dark, and that's not as good because there aren't as many people to notice me.
Anyway, today is not looking like a Good Dog day. I don't know what the problem is, but my human isn't happy with me. On First Walk this morning I helped her go very fast, and made sure She saw every single squirrel and maybe-squirrel there was. I even told her with lots of good words when She didn't see them for herself. Then we got home and I went right out to the back yard to make sure everything was fine, then back in to tell her, then back out to make sure it still was, and back in to report... After a while She just got in the car without me and drove away and left me looking out the window.
So then she came home with stuff, but not a single thing was for me so I reminded her right away that we had to go for Second Walk. I was so patient when She said she wanted to eat lunch first. I just sat quietly and watched every single bite to make sure nothing went wrong and we could go.
Oh, that reminds me - breakfast! I was SO funny at breakfast. I know there's real roast chicken in the fridge, cuz I got some yesterday. So when She put a little deli chicken on my breakfast food - usually I love that and eat it all up right away - I just didn't even look at it. I didn't have one single bite. Even when Frankie Cat stood up and peeked in the bowl in case there was something he wanted, I didn't have any. Here's the good part. Later, when She was getting her lunch, she put two teeny tiny itty bitty little flecks of real chicken on my bowl and I ate every single thing in there except the kibble. How funny was that?!
Then we went for Second Walk, all the way to Hilldale and I was so good and friendly and beautiful and people petted me. I was really good in the hardware store, even when She wanted to buy boring stuff and didn't go down the dog toy aisle at ALL. On the way home I stared at Grace's house and she told her people to let her out back and we played and ran and I peed on lots of stuff and it was fun.
When we got home, I was ready to get to work. I know my job. I'm supposed to watch for everything and tell about everything. It's not my fault there were lots of squirrels out front, and kids playing, and dogs walking past, and people walking past without dogs (why would they do that?), and She was busy reading stupid stuff the whole time in another room so I had to say something loud every single time. Then She said to go be outside for a while but there were things to tell about there too and I had to tell loud so She'd hear, and then I had to come inside again and I watched for things again, and you know how that goes.
Now it's dark and quiet and I think it's better but I still don't get what the problem is. Maybe we got up too early this morning when I started squeaking her awake. I don't think so though. It wasn't earlier than an Alarm Clock day. I think it's time to take my squeaky ball outside and find a new place to hide it.
So, here we are, It's finally getting nice and cool outside and I really like that. But there's a lot more walking in the dark, and that's not as good because there aren't as many people to notice me.
Anyway, today is not looking like a Good Dog day. I don't know what the problem is, but my human isn't happy with me. On First Walk this morning I helped her go very fast, and made sure She saw every single squirrel and maybe-squirrel there was. I even told her with lots of good words when She didn't see them for herself. Then we got home and I went right out to the back yard to make sure everything was fine, then back in to tell her, then back out to make sure it still was, and back in to report... After a while She just got in the car without me and drove away and left me looking out the window.
So then she came home with stuff, but not a single thing was for me so I reminded her right away that we had to go for Second Walk. I was so patient when She said she wanted to eat lunch first. I just sat quietly and watched every single bite to make sure nothing went wrong and we could go.
Oh, that reminds me - breakfast! I was SO funny at breakfast. I know there's real roast chicken in the fridge, cuz I got some yesterday. So when She put a little deli chicken on my breakfast food - usually I love that and eat it all up right away - I just didn't even look at it. I didn't have one single bite. Even when Frankie Cat stood up and peeked in the bowl in case there was something he wanted, I didn't have any. Here's the good part. Later, when She was getting her lunch, she put two teeny tiny itty bitty little flecks of real chicken on my bowl and I ate every single thing in there except the kibble. How funny was that?!
Then we went for Second Walk, all the way to Hilldale and I was so good and friendly and beautiful and people petted me. I was really good in the hardware store, even when She wanted to buy boring stuff and didn't go down the dog toy aisle at ALL. On the way home I stared at Grace's house and she told her people to let her out back and we played and ran and I peed on lots of stuff and it was fun.
When we got home, I was ready to get to work. I know my job. I'm supposed to watch for everything and tell about everything. It's not my fault there were lots of squirrels out front, and kids playing, and dogs walking past, and people walking past without dogs (why would they do that?), and She was busy reading stupid stuff the whole time in another room so I had to say something loud every single time. Then She said to go be outside for a while but there were things to tell about there too and I had to tell loud so She'd hear, and then I had to come inside again and I watched for things again, and you know how that goes.
Now it's dark and quiet and I think it's better but I still don't get what the problem is. Maybe we got up too early this morning when I started squeaking her awake. I don't think so though. It wasn't earlier than an Alarm Clock day. I think it's time to take my squeaky ball outside and find a new place to hide it.
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