DAY 58: ANYONE CAN MAKE A MISTAKE

Broke my PL's mug.
It was her favourite one..

It was a mistake, of course.
I thought it would not fall off the table, if I stick my snout inside.
It did.
I thought, even when it falls, it might not brake.
It did.

My PL is sad and angry with me.




I tried to droop my ears to show I am sorry but it did not cheer her up.
I wagged my tail.
Didn't work either.
I am a guilty dog.
Going to mope on the sofa.

DAY 57: DOG'S HEALING POWERS

Our PL is not feeling well.

We, dogs, can sense this.
It is said we have a six sense for it.
And, of course, we feel obliged to do something about it.
It is our dog's duty.

Dotty, for example, looks concerned.
She gives PL a long, deep look and then she crawls to bed with her.

That's alright.
I am not saying it is not a possible way to do it.

Myself, though, I have a different strategy.

The beginning is similar...

...long, meaningful look into the eyes...

...and then you try to bite off PL's hand.

Works every time!
She immediately feels much better.
Success guaranteed!



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and THEN a crawl to bed with her!

DAY 56: A CONFESSION

So....how to start.... do you remember a few days ago when my PL was worried that I am ill?

Well, I am not.

This time I ravished four pouches of dog food.
Dotty´s dog food, to be precise.

And you know what?!

I am not even sorry.
They were delicious.
Much better then the cat ones.

Only I got no dinner.
I will probably die of starvation.

If there is no blog entry tomorrow, you know what happened.

DAY 55: ORDINARY CELEBRITY LIFE

I know, you are all imagining me spending my days in sofisticated society.
That I daily meet soft coated wheaten terriers and nova scotia duck tolling retrievers and other cool dogs.
That I attend trendy parties, where I sip coctails and crunch Royal Canine granules, as all other celebrities do...

The truth is much more prosaic.

When my PL comes home and it is pouring down as it is today...

I touch her for some food...

I wash dishes....

I check my blog...

and I go to bed just as any ordinary dog, who is not keeping their own blog :-)

Good night!

DAY 54: SO MUCH FOR BEING A GOOD DOG

Our PL was late home today.

We were a bit nervous, me and Dorotka, since there was a storm outside, lots of lightnings and bangs and we weren't sure if we should guard the house or hide.

In the end we decided to be brave girls and wait for our PL on the window sill.

At last, she came! Got in...and what do you think?

Did she say we were brave?
Was she pleased we guarded the house?
Did she cuddle and pat us?

Well, actually she DID all of that, that's true.

And then she says:

"Jenny, you haven't destroyed or eaten anything? Are you unwell?"

And she checked my nose to see if I have a fever.

See? That happens when a doggie is simply well behaved GOOD DOG!

DAY 53: PRIMEVAL INSTICT

My ancestors were wolfs.
The ran free as a wind on empty planes and their tales were waving in the wind.
The howl romantically at the moon.
They were lying at their first human pack leader's feet and warmed themselves at the campfire.

Basically, that's what I still do.

Well, except of the running on wild and empty planes, since my PL won't let me run there on my own.
And except of the wind. I don't like wind. It messes up my fur.
And - of course - minus the romantic howling, since who would spend night howling to the moon, when you can sleep on the sofa inside.

But campfire...camfire, that's different.
Since campfire means WURSTS!!!

My ancestors knew why they joined a human pack.
You can't hunt wursts in the forest.
And wursts are GREAT!

Excuse me, is that wurst free?

Come on, I know there is one for me!

Dotty, behave casually and let's move!

I have to point out that my PL uploaded all the photos on which I am licking my lips, which is very far from reality. In fact, there is also number of photos on which I am staring or drooling uncontrollably!

But we got a wurst each in the end, so I am cool!

DAY 52: GIVE A DOG A BONE!

It must have been a very wise man, who said that.

Wise and nice. Clever chap. Spot on.
Since he was absolutely and totally right.

MARROW BONE....mmmmmm...

It MIGHT be even better then a tin!

I must write a poem about a marrow bone one day.

Only now I am too busy.

I AM CHEWING.






Still chewing.
(He laughs last who chews best!)

More chewing in progress.
(Since nobody can be sad when you have a MARROW BONE!!)

Right.

IT IS FINISHED.

Only I will keep the bone for a few more day. I will lick it and play within and I will be happy.
The marrow bone is a long term project!