Also, now that we don’t have a car any more, any shopping we do takes a good 40 minutes each way, instead of 5 minutes each way! That’s because we have to walk there and back. This is good for us, though, because we needed to get back in shape.
We’ve been walking a lot at night with Auntie Debby and Bubbles, the 8 year old Chihuahua. I don’t happen to like walking at night. Mummy always puts me on the leash at night, because there are so many black and white squirrels out after dark. She always walks ahead, because it’s her job to make sure the coast is clear ahead of us, and I walk behind to check on our rear. It’s my job to make sure there are no bad guys or predators - like coyotes, raccoons and big bad dogs - sneaking up behind us, so I have to keep stopping and looking back. It jerks on Mummy’s bad back, but better safe than sorry, I always say
Well, when we walk with Debby and Bubbles, they rush off ahead with Debby still talking, while I’m dragging Mummy backwards..... I think it bugs Debby. Bubbles doesn’t care, because she’s off leash!! I’d think that wasn’t fair, but Bubbles did get skunked a few weeks ago.... !!! :0)One night, it began to rain just after we left home, and by the time we got to the halfway point in our route, it was just pouring, and I was soaking wet. Bubbles doesn’t mind the rain, because her coat is really short and has oil in it that repels the rain. I don’t have oil in my coat, so it gets wet and plastered to my back. It doesn’t feel good; I get cold; and then Mummy will have to get the hair dryer out to dry me off when we get home. It just takes too much time late at night.
Anyway, I wasn’t having much fun, so when we got to the exit for our place, I sat down and told Mummy I really didn’t want to walk any further. Auntie Debby was afraid that Mummy was letting me be in charge, but even I know that the human is always supposed to think THEY are in charge!!
Mummy wondered about that for a split second, but, she told me later, if I had been a child instead of a dog, and I was miserable, cold and wet. nobody would be worried about who was in charge!! She just thought picking me up and going inside was the right thing to do – and of course, I agree!!
I’ve seen my BFFF – Best Furry Friend Forever – Reba (see above!) a couple of times, recently. We don’t see each other as often as we’d like, even though she lives in the same building as Debby and Bubbles. Reba and I have known each other most of our lives, and we always love to have a good long play fight when we run into each other.
The other day, Mummy had brought her camera along on our round-the-block walk, in case there were any pretty trees or flowers to photograph, but she decided to try out the videos function on her camera while Reba and I played. She has no idea how to make videos and no program to edit them with, but we’re both pleased with what she got. People think that I have a nice long coat, so I must be a spoiled Princess Frou Frou. Wrong-O!!! Here! Have a look!
Speaking of my long coat, Mummy thinks that my hair has finally grown back to the length it was over a year ago, just before I had the dreaded puppy cut. The hair at my shoulders, which is the longest, is exactly the same length it was almost 15 months ago. It is 6.5 inches long. The hair on my rump is shorter, though: it’s just barely 6 inches. And on my tummy, it’s 3.5 inches. My head is still really short, though.
I am one of those tri-colour Cotons, whose colour fades and fades for a year or so.... and then comes back!! Apparently most tri-colour Cotons fade to just about all white, but I’m not one of them! Mummy likes my colours, though: she especially loves the black streaks in my tail and the black collar I’m growing. I still have half of my moustache black, like it’s always been, too.
This afternoon, we walked over to the Safeway for some groceries. We ran into a woman and her dog whom we’d met the other day, so I went over to say hello. I don’t know what I did wrong, but the other dog, who was maybe 5lb heavier, decided she didn’t like me today and attacked me.
This has only happened a couple of times in my life, but it’s not a good idea for the other dog to try that stuff with me. I’m a pretty mellow dog, and I let other dogs play with my toys, but if someone wants a fight, I don’t back down, and I have really great reflexes. I only weigh 10 lb. under my 6 inch coat, but I’m no pushover!! My teeth are really sharp, and I’m ready to use them if I have to!!
I’m pretty sleepy now, so I’ll shut up for now….
Later ‘Taters!!
