tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219343984025245202024-03-04T22:28:57.570-08:00How to become a good dogverlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-43622492163112310812015-10-29T04:40:00.001-07:002015-10-29T04:40:19.080-07:00ENTRY 89: YOU CAN FOLLOW ME ON FACEBOOK FROM NOW ONWell, I was hoping there is a SNOUTBOOK, special for doggies, but apparently there is not.<br />
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In any case, from now on you can follow my updates on FB instead of this blog. It has become a bit too difficult for my <strike>secretary</strike> PL to keep updating both language versions of this blog AND my FB page at the same time, hence the change.<br />
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I hope you will follow me to learn more about my exciting adventures around FOOD, DOROTKA, MY PL, BUZZERS, FLYERS etc. here: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/?_rdr=p#!/Jenny-the-Almost-Good-Dog-957726684262144/?fref=ts">https://www.facebook.com/?_rdr=p#!/Jenny-the-Almost-Good-Dog-957726684262144/?fref=ts</a><br />
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Yours Jenny<br />
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verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-30563380651855285082015-07-28T04:41:00.001-07:002015-07-28T04:41:11.318-07:00ENTRY 86: LASER DOG<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At last I have found my superpower.<br />
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Laser Snout!<br />
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How does that sound?<br />
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I think it sounds pretty cool.<br />
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Now, I have to decide how will I use it to the benefit of the whole humanity. And doggenity.<br />
Dogkind... Well, whatever. You know what I mean.<br />
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Cutting unpenetrable tins of dog food, perhaps?<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-38357180644637500402015-07-23T00:16:00.001-07:002015-07-23T00:16:32.611-07:00ENTRY 85 : MY PL BETRAYED MEMy PL came home last night. I am charging to great her as usual and suddenly what do I smell?<br />
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A STRANGE DOG!<br />
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She was cuddling A STRANGE DOG somewhere!<br />
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I just do not get it.<br />
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She has such a wonderful dog at home - I mean ME.<br />
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And she goes and cuddles some ugly (I am sure she was ugly!), bad smelling (I am sure she was bad smelling), unattractive and unintelligent strange bitch.<br />
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I am deeply disappointed, quite insulted and I will not speak to my PL. Until dinner at least!<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-70660339574112490672015-07-20T11:16:00.001-07:002015-07-20T11:16:29.688-07:00DAY 84: SPORADIC SUMMER POSTING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Because it is hot.<br />
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And because I am lazy.<br />
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And because my PL is lazy.<br />
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And because it is super hot.<br />
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I have a feeling the traditional regular daily updates will be more like irregular not-so-daily updates.<br />
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Keep checking though, I am sure great things will happen ocasionally!<br />
<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-29016845992533244642015-07-17T01:58:00.004-07:002015-07-17T01:58:50.417-07:00DAY 83: I HATE FLAT THINGS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, actually I LIKE flat things. Some of them.<br />
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For instance flat treats are fine.<br />
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And flat leash is cool - since it means we are going for walkies.<br />
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I also like being a flat dog when it is too hot and I am tired (does not happen too often, I admit)<br />
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But what I REALLY HATE are the flat things which are impossible to be picked up from the ground.<br />
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Such as this one.<br />
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Playing with it is cool.<br />
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My PL throws it away and I run to fetch it and then we wrestle a little and Dorotka is hiding away since I usually tread on her in my excitement. That is all very fine.<br />
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EXCEPT when the flat thing falls on a flat surface.<br />
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Not only my snout gets almost grazed by me trying in vain to pick it up. I also look like idiot - and folks, I really hate looking stupid! I hit it with my paws which makes no difference. I would swear that thing is sniggering at me!<br />
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So, come on, my good PL, pick it up so that we can play again, OK?verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-69147477364518817682015-07-14T09:46:00.000-07:002015-07-14T09:46:20.644-07:00DAY 82: HOW I WAS(NOT) A BRAVE DOG<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Weird things were happening last night.<br />
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First there was a loud BANG!<br />
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And then there were lots of blue lights and lots of big red vans and lots of noisy people.<br />
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Even my PL behaved differently - instead of sleeping with Dorotka, she was going out and in again, she looked seriously and was telling me: "Shut up and sit down, Jenny."<br />
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And I was SUCH A GOOD DOG!<br />
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I did not bark, although those people on the street were pissing me of.<br />
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I was following my PL around, just in case she needed a bit of doggy support (DOGGY, not dodgy, in case you misread!) and I was all ready to BE A VERY BRAVE DOG.<br />
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But the firefighters seemed to have it under control, so I got no chance to prove it.<br />
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So I am going for a little nap now, to be at least A BRAVE GUARD DOG tomorrow.<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-7193908664890533982015-07-13T00:17:00.003-07:002015-07-13T00:17:44.177-07:00DAY 81: JENNOSAURUS<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Pack Lands the garden is tidy - nicely cut grass, lovely flowers, you can run through like a lightning, no problem!<br />
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At home, is is a different story.<br />
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At home, the garden is dramatic. Mysterious. Wild.<br />
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It is an unpenetrable jungle, full of secret places, bird nests, dark corners and thick bushes.<br />
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You cannot see through, you cannot even sniff, what is happening a few meters away!<br />
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There can be anything, lurking in the greed darkness.<br />
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And there it is....<br />
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....wild and dangerous JENNOSAURUS!!!<br />
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It attacks you out of nowhere...<br />
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...and will lick you to death!<br />
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Unless you have a treats in your pocket, of course!verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-75365647729655264122015-07-08T12:28:00.003-07:002015-07-08T12:28:42.423-07:00DAY 80: HAND WASH<br />
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I love to help with cooking.<br />
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I am just natural.<br />
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Nobody has to was dishes, deal with garbage and test ingredience when I am in charge.<br />
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...and on top of that I am great when it comes to washing hands. I even include a delicate tongue massage.<br />
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If you are planning to cook something delicious, remember, I am here for you!<br />
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A know what my pack duty is.<br />
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The only thing which worries me is the petrol station at the motorway. I noticed they have a big sign there, advertising a HAND WASHING!<br />
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Bloody competition!!!verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-40786324040155588942015-07-07T01:43:00.000-07:002015-07-07T01:43:01.104-07:00DAY 79: GREEN IS GOOD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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they say it everywhere.<br />
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Eat vegetables.<br />
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It is full of roughage.<br />
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And vitamins.<br />
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And minerals.<br />
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I am a modern dob, I follow trends.<br />
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Jsem moderní pes, jdu s dobou.<br />
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So I eat vegetables, including the ones with minerals.<br />
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I will be slim and healthy and beatiful.<br />
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Well...actually...I already am.<br />
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P.S. I am considering to auditon for a role of a vegetarian dogosaur in the next Jurrasic Park movie. I am sure to be casted! I will be a star!<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-51418927499329399462015-07-01T12:43:00.001-07:002015-07-01T12:43:13.292-07:00DAY 78: I AM AN OLD HAG<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">To je on, bestie!<br />
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I knew it would happen one day.<br />
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And that terrible day was today.<br />
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I am no longer a spring chicken.<br />
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I am an old hag, my PL says.<br />
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Not sure what hag is but surely it is something terrible.<br />
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Here, can you see it?<br />
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My first <strong>WHITE HAIR</strong>!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Knírek je cool. Bílej chlup ne.</td></tr>
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My silver moustache is fine, it is actually COOL.<br />
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But white hair, that is entirely different matter.<br />
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It is end of my glossy black days.<br />
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A few more months and I will look like a keeshound. Or worse - people will mistake me for arctic fox. Slovakian Cuvac. Samoyed even!<br />
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Not even a horny poodle will consider me attractive.<br />
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I am going to brood in my bed. Good night.verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-51681483806416711002015-06-30T11:14:00.000-07:002015-06-30T11:14:02.536-07:00DAY 77: HOW TO BE INCONSPICUOUSAre you surprised how complicated words I know?<br />
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Well, that's because this word is extremely important for all dog kind.<br />
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There are moments best suited for courageous actions!<br />
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Fortune favours the bold, they say.<br />
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Not sure if it means I should get fat, but if it does ... I am working on it!<br />
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Anyway, there are also moments (very frequent, actually), when you need to be inconspicuous.<br />
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Sneak.<br />
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Disappear in the shadows...<br />
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Stop breathing. In particular stop panting!<br />
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Sometimes I am so inconspicuous that I am hardly there at all.<br />
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And then you SNATCH!!! and that treat/the remains of my PL's dinner/leftover yogurt/ cat's dinner/chocolate*/anything edible at all....is MINE.<br />
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And that's it, folks!<br />
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P.S. *) They say chocolate is poisonous for dogs. I am sure that cat's spread this rumour. I ate 50 g, our PL freaked out and called the vet and I was happy as a puppy with full tummy. No trouble at all!<br />
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Great day on Pack Lands.<br />
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I have a new mate!<br />
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He was playing with me and chasing me and cuddling me and telling me I am clever!<br />
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Which means he is very smart and charming person. And clever, too!<br />
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He taught me a new trick - first you put a TREAT on the ground.<br />
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Naturally, I go for it.<br />
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And then I am told LEAVE-IT.<br />
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That is not so good, since it means I mustn´t take it.<br />
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So I was practising LEAVE-IT and it was tough, I can tell you.<br />
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I fully deserved the two meat sticks I got as a reward ...and then we had a break.<br />
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During which I climbed on the armchair, from armchair I reached to the top of a fireplace, stole a package of meat sticks, which they put there, thinking it was out of my reach (since they forgot about the armchair..snigger, snigger)....and I ATE ALL EIGHTEEN remaining sticks.<br />
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As a reward for being so good in LEAVE-IT.<br />
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So now I know two commands, actually.<br />
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Leave-it and EAT-IT!<br />
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The second one I performed without any training, which proves how clever I am! Right?verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-13185499281616207212015-06-26T00:33:00.001-07:002015-06-26T00:33:18.216-07:00DAY 75: MY HOUSE, MY DOG BEDOr the other way round?<br />
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We have various approach in my pack.<br />
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Take Dorotka, for example.<br />
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She has her special hiding place.<br />
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Behind the sofa...<br />
...inside the corner cupboard...<br />
...on the shelf...<br />
...there is a small dog bed...<br />
...with Dorotka inside!<br />
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Sometimes I stuck my snout inside there, to check if she is not hording some treats there.<br />
She does not.<br />
And my PL always tells me off. She says I must respect one´s privacy.<br />
As if there was any privacy when it comes to treats!<br />
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Anyway, MY dog beds are accessible to all.<br />
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For instance MY sofa.<br />
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And MY window sill.<br />
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My armchair.<br />
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My second armchair<br />
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My dog bed in living room...<br />
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And finally my dog bed in the lounge. I go to sleep in there when I want a bit of quiet. And privacy. So, I guess my PL is right. We all need a little privacy every now and then.<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-73889149564271561752015-06-25T03:55:00.002-07:002015-06-25T03:55:59.131-07:00DAY 74: I HAVE MANY NAMESMore names you have, more dog you are.<br />
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Or something like that.<br />
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In which case I am MUCH MORE dog, since I have many names.<br />
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First, of course, I am Jenny.<br />
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I am also Loony.<br />
I even answer to that.<br />
Since I am really well behaved loony.<br />
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That is far from being all, though.<br />
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I am JennyDown very often.<br />
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It is probably an honorary title which you gain from moving in high society.<br />
Or on high places.<br />
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I always wag my tail, when I am addressed like that, so that my PL knows how much I like my title.<br />
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She must be happy about the response, since she then usually repeats JennyDown a few more times.<br />
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Another common title is JennyStopIt.<br />
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It must be some kind of Academic Title, for sure.<br />
StIt - Scientifically Intelligent.<br />
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That must be it, since my PL mostly uses this title to call me when I am inspecting something.<br />
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I am also sometimes called Scat!<br />
Something to do with music, probably.<br />
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Or Heel!<br />
I am a good healer, my PL always feels much better after I jumped on her head and licked her face a few times.<br />
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And last but not least, of course I am A GOOD GIRL.<br />
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Rarely called that, for some reason. I guess my PL does not to wear it off.<br />
But deep down we both know, A GOOD GIRL, that´s me!<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-36318074111760266502015-06-22T07:09:00.001-07:002015-06-22T07:09:47.442-07:00DAY 73: FLYERSI like flyers.<br />
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They are similar to buzzers from the meadow, but they do not have stings.<br />
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And they taste delicious.<br />
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They are basically a kind of flying treats.<br />
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When a flyer buzzes through the house, it is necessary to charge after it, no matter the furniture.<br />
No chair, table or sofa may stand between me and my flying prey.<br />
Everything can be overturned when you put your heart in it.<br />
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And 12 kilos of muscle and bones.<br />
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Usually you chase flyer to the window.<br />
Then you hit the window with your snout a few times, that confuses them.<br />
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And then you catch them.<br />
And you eat them.<br />
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My PL is very happy about it and call me her black flyercatcher.<br />
Honorary title, obvisously.<br />
Very proud of it!<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-52084253688813811832015-06-18T22:47:00.004-07:002015-06-18T22:47:52.737-07:00DAY 72: THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT THAT BALLI am crazyyyyy!<br />
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Uííííí!<br />
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The baaaaaaall!<br />
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Yayyyyyy!<br />
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Wait a minute!<br />
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No fair!<br />
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PL, you had A CAMERA?!!<br />
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My PL brought home something wonderfully enticingly crinkly.<br />
Which, by all means, should be something delicious for little good dogs.<br />
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However, our PL was looking for Zachary, the tom cat, which raised alarm in my head: what if she wants to give that fantastic secret delicious thing TO HIM??!!<br />
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I took up a strategic stand (you will notice me or you will trip over me) and pulled my best "I am a little hungry doggie" face...<br />
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...and on this photo is captured the moment, I realised...<br />
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...it was a DEWORMING PILL!<br />
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Ufff!! It was narrow escape!<br />
Fortunately it WAS Zach, who got it in the end.<br />
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I must be a bit more careful when begging for something, without knowing what it is.<br />
On the other hand - what if I miss something?<br />
Life is full of these dilemmas, I can tell you!<br />
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There is a happy end today, though.<br />
I got some milk!<br />
I love milk!<br />
And when I love something I gulp it.<br />
And then I am milked all over.<br />
Which is fine, since milk is GREAT.<br />
AND it is good for your face!<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-17395299457634088602015-06-17T02:51:00.001-07:002015-06-17T02:51:25.903-07:00DAY 70: AS TIME GOES BY...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKMoNbKgsXKcR2NzCVP5Xf0zUF0ilGFGgXXoYxuVdwHQ1ctu2pu5RD5pv4PiEVuymQm34c8nca2H2EWz8HKbU-Ge_Fwzo-kSj_HKLlit6WHkyZ7MQxKwdo_MNKhOIUqsQXulieNwE7bs/s1600/jenny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKMoNbKgsXKcR2NzCVP5Xf0zUF0ilGFGgXXoYxuVdwHQ1ctu2pu5RD5pv4PiEVuymQm34c8nca2H2EWz8HKbU-Ge_Fwzo-kSj_HKLlit6WHkyZ7MQxKwdo_MNKhOIUqsQXulieNwE7bs/s200/jenny.jpg" width="137" /></a>So, first I was a puppy, of course.<br />
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I am sure I was cute and beautiful, although I don´t remember much about it. It might actually be for the best, since I am told it was a tough time anyway.<br />
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Then I was taken into the shelter. There I had many mates and I was their big pack boss. At least that is how I remember it.<br />
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When my PL picked me up there, I wasn´t entirely sure, what is happening. Therefore I played a REALLY GOOD dog on the way home in the car. Lying flat on her friend´s lap and not moving an ear.<br />
That was the last time I was good dog, my PL says. She is only joking, of course!<br />
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It was my rebel period.<br />
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Eventually I grew up and became bewitchingly glossy black diva.<br />
I was hoping for a movie career but only ever had two photos on which I did not look like a blurr. I was told two photos are not enough for a big Hollywood breakthrough. Oh well, their loss..<br />
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Then followed my deep mystical period - meditaion, immersion into your <span class="hps">subconsciousness, pondering the meaning of life and universe and everything, you know what I mean. It lasted for about 15 minutes.</span><br />
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At last I decided to pursue a career in writting and since my PL mentioned it would do me good to become a GOOD DOG...this BLOG was founded. And this is how you know me - crazy and ingenious and obedient and not-so-obedient, majestic and playfull and overall REALLY BEAUTIFUL DOG!<br />
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<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-53208594506345481242015-06-15T07:04:00.003-07:002015-06-15T07:04:44.492-07:00DAY 69: BECOMING GOODER AND GOODER DOGMy progress is visible.<br />
You can actually touch it.<br />
You can even step in it!<br />
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Here is the proof:<br />
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True, I raided my PL´s shopping bag.<br />
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I pull out the 1 kg package of sugar. Also true.<br />
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I torn it and spilled it all over the floor.<br />
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But - here it comes - I only ate about TWENTY DECAGRAMS!!!<br />
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If THAT is not an improvement, I don´t know what is.<br />
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verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-44994546651820992422015-06-14T12:17:00.001-07:002015-06-14T12:17:55.068-07:00DAY 68: ABOUT A BALLTo be quite honest, I do not get all that fuss about balls.<br />
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They are round, all right.<br />
And they roll.<br />
O-key.<br />
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That does not mean you have to chase them like mad, does it?<br />
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Although sometimes...for a little while...it is fun.<br />
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For a moment.<br />
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Or two...<br />
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Do not touch my ball! See, how professionally I am handling it...dropping it...erm...chewing it!<br />
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verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-62910335862992489912015-06-11T03:54:00.001-07:002015-06-11T03:54:56.442-07:00DAY 67: A LITTLE HOMELY TEEMINGSometimes you just feel like it...<br />
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Twice or three times a day, to be precise.<br />
The best moment is when our PL is quietly reading or watching a movie.<br />
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Then both me and Dorotka will appear all of a sudden out of nowhere and we will start jumping and running around, wagging our tails, mock fighting with each other...basically we are teeming like a team!<br />
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Jumping and playful biting all the extremities within our reach.<br />
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Biting each others nose and ears, threading on our PL´s feet and trying to climb on her head.<br />
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Nagging cats is also included.<br />
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And then - when our PL is adequately drooled on and threaded on - we stop just as suddenly as we started, we go for a little nap and dream about next successful teeming of our pack.<br />
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I am a clever dog.<br />
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I hope there is no doubt about that.<br />
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Dumb dogs do not write blogs.<br />
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At least usually they don´t.<br />
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I think.<br />
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Anyway...there are things I just DO NOT GET.<br />
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For instance why water is so great when I splash in the puddle and it is such a bother when I am given a wash.<br />
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Why my PL cleans windows and I have to work hard to put all the nose marks back on them. <br />
I can do it fast enough but still...instead of wasting time on windows, my PL could play with me, right?<br />
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Also I have no idea why my PL may pick cat poo from their litterboxes and I must not.<br />
I would love to do it! For free! I would dedicate time for that, gladly!<br />
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Why my PL brings treats in plastic bags and then does not give them to me to play with.<br />
I mean the plastic bags, not treats.<br />
You don´t play with treats, you eat them.<br />
The plastic bags, on the other hand, can be torn into tiny pieces which then stuck to my nose. It is such a fun! Why my PL says it is wrong?<br />
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Which brings me to the biggest mystery of all: how come that my PL loves me and still almost all things wich are fun are BANNED?!<br />
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Life is complicated.<br />
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I am determined to work it out, though. Depend on it!verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-13833072208727806982015-06-09T10:53:00.002-07:002015-06-09T10:53:33.845-07:00DAY 65: THERE! THAT IS THE SPOT!<br />
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Today, I will share a big personal secret with you.<br />
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That's what internet is for, isn't it?<br />
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My PL - quite unfairly and totally without reason - calls me a Crazy Dog.<br />
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I admit, I am a bit lively.<br />
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I like fun, sports and meeting new people.<br />
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When I meet them, I thread on them and jump and lick their faces.<br />
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And I climb chairs and kitchen surface.<br />
Once I jumped out of the window in the first floor and landed on my snout. It was GREAT!<br />
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I run like mad, so on most photos you can only see a black fuzzy shape...<br />
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...but there is a way to turn me into calm, blissful dog.<br />
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I can be SWITCHED OF!<br />
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No, really. I have witnesses.<br />
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All you need to do, is to scratch that one particular place on my chest and I will not move at all.<br />
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I will be a stone-doggy.<br />
Sculptudog<br />
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The bestest dog in the world.<br />
<br />
While you are scratching the switch.<br />
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Not a minute longer!<br />
<br />verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-46845636736671786102015-06-08T07:16:00.002-07:002015-06-08T07:16:34.175-07:00DAY 64: ABOUT CATS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92HtKZ1ayYJDQXTgCcM7pXjgLed40MRPvQ5euV-h5Ffot0H5optPfrFCVdFw0ldcagUqGSIV65ubGNY0xxyPV9jkMU9qDK0qs7lqNO_grrSJavCyl_iGg9relwSxFsRFzxqIq0Pui2kg/s1600/IMG_0447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92HtKZ1ayYJDQXTgCcM7pXjgLed40MRPvQ5euV-h5Ffot0H5optPfrFCVdFw0ldcagUqGSIV65ubGNY0xxyPV9jkMU9qDK0qs7lqNO_grrSJavCyl_iGg9relwSxFsRFzxqIq0Pui2kg/s200/IMG_0447.jpg" width="150" /></a>There are two types of cats<br />
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The edible ones and the others.<br />
Well, of course I do not eat the edible ones either.<br />
I just pretend trying to.<br />
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What you do is running to the garden in a top speed and barking your head of. Cats are scared, they run away and it is a great fun.<br />
My PL sometimes joins in too. She shouts "Stop it!" and "Shut up!" at the cats.<br />
At least I assume she shouts at the cats, who else...<br />
Only, thinking about it, I am a bit puzzled she asks them to "shut up", since they usualy do make much sound.<br />
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<br />
Anyway, the second kind of cats are our domestic ones.<br />
You do not bark at them. Mostly. Unless they are ingoring you and don´t want to play.<br />
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I like to play with our cats.<br />
I chase them, they run away and it is also great fun.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4vZwCs55fPF5m2yUN3Uw0YsYxlM8VhbYYHBqqFt9v0KNlfb6jD9ko2rxw4iNbaVDbqzwuwgiNKiLteLLAAnGd4qjwYYdP4mvGXC-p-ZP8M-ycDG4aMBK1Z1t5aX72-VLuPAw4gJNLgno/s1600/IMG_0474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4vZwCs55fPF5m2yUN3Uw0YsYxlM8VhbYYHBqqFt9v0KNlfb6jD9ko2rxw4iNbaVDbqzwuwgiNKiLteLLAAnGd4qjwYYdP4mvGXC-p-ZP8M-ycDG4aMBK1Z1t5aX72-VLuPAw4gJNLgno/s200/IMG_0474.jpg" width="200" /></a>I am fond of cats.<br />
Except of those moments, when they eat MY FOOD, which our PL left on the table FOR ME!<br />
Or when they don´t want to play with me and they climb to some high place and glare DOWN at me.<br />
<br />
One day I will show them!<br />
I will climb on the kitchen cupboard and this time I will look DOWN to THEM.<br />
I am already practising.<br />
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verlithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13285586677977630334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721934398402524520.post-45997029281100389642015-06-07T12:19:00.001-07:002015-06-07T12:19:28.469-07:00DAY 63: THE CURIOUS INCIDENT WITH A DOG'S HAIR ON THE FLOOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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It is just plain weird.<br />
<br />
My PL combs me everyday, which is GREAT.<br />
It is something between cuddling and scratching me and I LOVE IT!<br />
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And she keeps saying how beautifully black I am.<br />
How shiny.<br />
And amazingly soft.<br />
With fantastic glossy hair.<br />
<br />
So while my hair is ON ME, it is super cool.<br />
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And now the weird part:<br />
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As soon as THE SAME beautiful, black, shiny, soft and glossy hair is on the floor, it is no longer cool.<br />
It is actually a bother.<br />
There is enough, my PL says, to build a second dog!<br />
And that is no good, I am told.<br />
<br />
I am confused.<br />
I like ALL my hair, since it is MINE!<br />
<br />
Beautiful.<br />
Black.<br />
Shiny.<br />
Hair.<br />
Everywhere.<br />
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