Thursday, June 25, 2009

Dogs I Have Known, Mostly

This spring and summer I've been pretty busy, not only going places, but also doing a lot of canine entertaining - and I thought I'd introduce you to some of the four-footed people I've been hanging out with. I really like four-footed people. With two-footed people you have to behave yourself. With four-footed people you have to behave yourself, too, but you can get away with a little more. Don't tell anybody I said that.

BUT FIRST... I took my people to a street fair a few weeks ago!

They'd been to street fairs before, but I hadn't, so I figured it was time they got me involved. A street fair is a chance for people to play in the street. Really. They close the streets off to traffic and walk around and talk to one another. And just to make it more fun, a lot of folks sell things, and there are super smells and some things on the sidewalk you're told "DON'T!" about.

We had to line up to get on the bus, which was new to me (the bus, not the line). It was bigger than my living room. The people sat on the seats, but they left the whole floor to me.

Am I doing it right? There wasn't much room to do a real "under" command.

Once we got there, we cruised around.

And one of the first sights was of someone who should obviously be a friend! We were only allowed to wag our tails at each other because we were WORKING dogs!

I didn't get to eat any of those tasty-smelling things, but I did get some nice cold water.

This is a cool boat. Why do people get scared in these? Oh, something about the water under them....

This kind of work I love to do.

There aren't just dogs here! What IS that?

When we got on the bus to go home, my dad let me sit on the seat. There were some great views out the window.

Supervising wore me out.

My mom got a fast shot of me going down the steps to get off the bus. Got that? STEPS? Maybe I'm over my step-phobia. My mom says she'd like to take me to the mall to test that out, but her wallet is highly allergic to the mall.


On to my four-footed friends! My Creator has blessed me by giving me lots of doggy friends.

Well, no, this isn't a doggy friend, but I couldn't resist. Leave it to MEE-YOWs to think it's fun to watch water drip.

These are my cousins, Loki and Odin. They're Norwegian Elkhounds, but they don't speak Norwegian - just dog. They came to see me last Christmas, and they came back to visit one afternoon not long ago with their mom. It was fun to play with them again.

This is Gus. He lives next door. He is a Vizsla. That's pronounced "veesh-lah" in people language
(and "ra-woof" in dog). He's looking at me through the window in our fence. Yes, we have a dog window in our fence. That's something you don't see every day. He doesn't jump through it (his yard is lower than mine), but sometimes he gets to come over here to play.

Gus was rescued from a puppy mill (I'm not even asking my mom what that is). He can't hear very well, if at all. But that doesn't stop him from looking cute... and having lots of fun.

He was afraid of the steps up our deck. I could have taught him a thing or two (ahem!). But I didn't want to embarrass a guest.

Now, this guy lives two houses down, but plays in Gus's back yard a lot. His name is Buddy. On the outside, he's the shape of a Welsh Corgi with the fur and eyes of an Australian Shepherd. On the inside, he's just another Lab in a funny-colored Corgi suit.

Maybe Gus doesn't come through the window, but Buddy does!

Sometimes he comes over when I'm not home. One afternoon he crashed a party my mom was having. He told me later that the raspberry sherbet punch tasted pretty good. Unfair.

My mom likes Buddy, but he's no taller than the MEE-YOWs, so when he's inside our house he sneaks into the laundry room through the little door...

...and gets into the kitty litter. Then she gets mad at him. (He only says, "Yum.")

My people are taking me to some foreign country called Indiana... so I'll blog again when I come back, if we don't run into trouble with immigration.


Terri said...

Very cute 4 footed friend you have Miss Kelda!! Buddy didn't crash the party, he was the hit of the party! He just didn't understand why he didn't get his own cup of punch. :-) Have fun at the farmhouse in Indiana. Be nice to the cows!

Cindy said...

You have a more interesting life than lots of people I know. I loved hearing about all of your adventures.