Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Postcard from France
Monday, October 5, 2009
Moving, moving, moving...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Farewell to my Dogfather
Kangaroos and barbed wire fences
Lets faces facts I’m an urban dog, I make no pretence of having rural aspirations, but now I found myself on a farm and it was early and I was going to make the most of this new situation. G flung the door open the air was fresh and laden with the smell of, well lets just say it was overloaded. Whilst taking it all in, a mob of those kangaroo creatures appeared along the horizon line – all I can say is that they are lucky that they were on the other side of the wire fence.
Farm Weekend 1
Mountains Weekend 2
Mountains Weekend 1
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Maybe not so grown-up...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
All grown up
People keep saying to me "oh Steve, how much you've grown" - this is very boring but after looking through photos today I take their point. Today I am nine months and ten days old: I have all my adult teeth and I weigh 7kgs; I have had all my puppy shots and a certain operation; I can sit and stay; fetch and catch a ball; I sleep by myself at night and can be left on my own during the day; and I feel safe and loved by family and friends. In the photo I am just a little over 6 weeks old and this is the first night I spent with M and G. They seemed to want me there but I was not so sure about them. G went out and came back with a straw basket for me to sleep in, a rope to chew on, and a snake to play with. Of course I also had Monkey – she was the only thing to come with me from my former home. That first night I found myself shivering – away from the warmth of the moving scrum that was my brother and sisters – I was cold; perhaps just scared, and maybe a little excited as well. So much was new it was overwhelming but thrilling at the same time. Just one example was being taken out into the garden to go to the toilet where I encountered grass for the first time, having previously been confined to a concrete courtyard this was foreign new ground – I even shivered and paused before I took my tentative first step.
Later that night M and G put my new basket on their bed and when they thought I was asleep they put me on the floor beside them. In reality I don’t think I slept at all that night – but I bit into monkey’s bum and kept my whimpering at bay. But as the long night progressed I noticed M peering down from the bed at me when I rolled over, or sighed, and she would smile encouragingly at me. And the next morning G greeted me with games and laughs, and we rumbled and played.
Now it seems difficult to really remember what any of that felt like – it is more like telling a story that might have happened to somebody else. But when I look into the eyes of the puppy in this photograph I can remember the uncertainty but I also see the openness and hopeful optimism. And it is the latter that I hope to take with me into my adult life.
Winter Fashion - prequel
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Winter fashion
Now I have brought up the topic of dog clothes before - my lack of enthusiasm has been noted. When I was a little puppy M made me a jumper out of one G's socks - that was ok except everyone thought it looked like a muscle top and laughed at me. But I have to say that M and G have won me over this time! I love my new driza-bone coat - I think I look pretty spunky and I feel warm and dry! Now I will consider going out in the rain and cold and to strut my stuff. G also has a drizabone and I think all eyes will be turning towards us next time we walk out together. We were chick-magnets before but now...!! The only potential downside is that G is obsessed with working out what will go in my pockets - I am happy to carry some load - maybe a few poo bags - but only as long as it doesn't ruin the line of my coat - I don't want to look fat or bulky!! You would think that G would understand such things - I think he is a pretty snappy dresser but then again M thinks he always has mis-shapen pockets - in his jeans and jackets. Perhaps I will have a few sartorial lessons to teach him. I think M is on my side and G just needs to learn that pockets can just be about decoration they don't always need to be used. In a similar vein I also reject doggy backpacks. And note to M - don't think that jut because I agree with you on the pockets means that I will be getting into one of those lime knitted jumper things any time soon!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Surviving Winter
I have a new love - it is grey and short but it blows hot hair and lying in front of it is almost as good as sleeping in the sun. I have heard something from M. about the green house effect but so what if I now live in front of 'heater', using up large quantities of fossil fuels!!! It's winter people, and as its the first one that I've ever lived through so I need something to mitigate the effects of SAD (seasonal affective disorder) - damm valvaldi and damm his 4 seasons. Sure I could try and stay active but because it has been so wet it is not all that fun outside and there is only so much I can get up to in the lounge room. Sure we go out for walks and to play in the park but I must say my current favorite pastime is curling up with my love!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Poor mumphy
I know I am going to sound like a winger but this rain is boring! The cold and rain means that I haven’t been out much and there is only so much you can do in the house. I get bored – there I admit it – I get bored. And today it ended in tragedy. I was left alone by myself in the lounge room and I must tell you it was chaos! G has been creating some artwork out of the veneer on the sideboard he got on Freebay recently which meant there were was tools and bits of veneer all over the place. So being good and avoiding all the damage I could have done to G’s project I instead spent some quality time with Monkey. This is a stuffed toy in human understanding but she has been my closest friend since I was adopted. We came home together and she is whom I most often take to bed at night. We have spent many important moments together – she is mother/lover/friend and consistent companion. Although perhaps I play a little rough – G now calls her mumphy because due to our play, monkey no longer has a mouth – I think the idea is that “mumphy” is what monkey would sound like if you could not open your mouth. I am not this silly! While monkey and I are close I know she is not alive and that the difference between some stitching being there, and not being there, is NOT an existential crisis. However, today something of real import did happen – in our play Monkey lost her arm. I am devastated and feel very guilty all at once. I do hope that M can work some of her stitching magic and put my best friend back together. I do not think she can hug me the same way now…
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
My first winter
I am not sure how I feel about this winter thing – all that dark and all that cold. G’s alarm went off so I got up and went to the toilet as I do in the morning but it was still night. This was followed by hours of chilly greyness, with a short ten minutes reprieve of a glimmer of sunshine, followed by heavy rain and then night – call that a day? The only good thing was cuddling under the bed clothes! Although I am not sure that will prove to be any real consolation over time – as G went to work he forgot I was there and lunged across the bed whacking me in the process. It is not all that often that I get to be on the big bed either. However, I suppose it does make you appreciate Summer with all it's warmth and light. Truly, I will never take them for granted again.
Monday, May 11, 2009
The secrets of happiness - part 2
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Gardening
Yesterday, we did gardening! It was the first time for me – since we live in an apartment, well I suppose there has been a little bit of ‘potting’ but it was nothing compared to having the full run of a garden – it also went up to sides of a house and all the way to the back fence past two run down sheds. It was truly one of the most exciting days I have had yet. I gambled through the grass, dug in the soil, ran around the mulberry tree, squeezed into the shed, which turned out to be quite cold, then sunned myself on a warm piece of concrete …
Oh I should go back to the beginning and explain what we were doing there. B has moved to a house nearby and N, G and M were helping out in a bit of a working bee. G helped N erect a pagoda type of structure out of bamboo that N called a “folly” – it was pretty cool. Much of the other human activity seemed to be pulling up lots of small plants and then planting new ones – I wasn’t quite sure what all that was about – but the new ones were all in nice neat rows unlike the ones that had been there before. I tried to help neaten up one row –lettuces I think X said but I got chased away because as usual my attempts to help out were misinterpreted. But it was there were plenty of other things for me to do – I left them to their peculiar human activities and got on with my own. It was just so grand being outdoors in such an exciting place – all afternoon – with some of my favourite humans just nearby!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Precious warmth
Talking of unsolicited ‘parental urges’ I have been noticing something else recently – as the weather has been getting colder my parents seem more and more keen for me to sit on their lap or lie by their sides. At first I thought it was a continuing part of the ‘calm’ training I have mentioned before – but it really is starting to reach an unmanageable peak – they steal my warmth and I don’t have a chance to be active and replenish myself. However, one other tactic against the cold my humans have employed comes in the form of sheepskin. I have long been a fan of M’s slippers but she has upgraded to knee-high ugg boots – which as yet I have not been allowed to share – to be honest I am not sure she has taken them off since they came home. But G, perhaps jealous of M’s fine new footwear, came home which a piece of sheepskin this afternoon and proceeded to cut out pieces to go into his Blunestone boots. The exciting part of this was that there were offcuts – which he gave to me!! Maybe I will make little slippers for my paws – NOT!!! – I think the bigger pieces are just more fun to play with.
I will leave the whole topic of clothes for dogs for another blog as well – I can see why humans put on coverings, having so little fur – but at this point I just think clothes on dogs looks silly – it makes me laugh when I see dogs with little coats at the park! But I know M and G have been worried about me in the winter with my short hair and my tendency to shiver – I think they have some outfits lined up for me and to keep them happy I suppose I will just have to give them a go.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The kindness of my heart
Don’t get me wrong I love exercise, but I also enjoy a great sleep. After my many months on this planet I’ve developed a powerful regime of sleeping and exercise that revolves around M and G lifestyle – I think they sleep a lot but as I said before I’m very accommodating. However, what I’m not happy about is when one of them wakes me from a cosy slumber to satisfy their own corrupt parental urges. Take this evening for instance: we had all eaten and started to relax and G wanted to watch Reservoir Dogs which I must admit sounded quite interesting as I assumed that it would be about dogs frolicking happily near the edge of a great body of water. However, this was not the case so M and I settled down to post meal nap. Some time into the sleep G insisted that I “play” and rudely awakened me. And out of the kindness of my heart I obliged him. I must admit that it was enjoyable, even fun, but I knew G would soon tire and I’d be left wide-awake wanting more. Guess what – my premonition came true. And I was left, excuse the pun, hanging like a dog. But there was also a plus side, G rewarded me for my involvement by giving me a rawhide chew stick. So I guess my point is that it’s great to have routine, it gives one a sense of stability, but every now and then a break in that – even though it may seem on the surface to be annoying and only indulging someone else’s whims – can have its own rewards.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Trivia
Pub trivia is a funny thing – the pubs endorse it because it is way of getting in punters (the pub we go to also allows dogs) – I am not entirely sure why we enjoy it. Maybe it is about winning! Well tonight we didn’t – we came second and even then it was a matter of tossing a coin because we had tied in points with another team. But perhaps in this case the whole thing is actually about community – the pub’s locals and the also the feeling of being in a team. Our team name always includes my name – I am the team mascot but also the final arbiter when it comes to multiple choice. And certainly there are regulars every week - they all know me and I have my favorites as well. BUT I won’t really be able to contribute to the trivia contest until there is a lowering of the seating! I have to sit on laps to follow what is going on – it is all tall tables and stools! – why can’t they lower the tables so I can see? Is it really too much to ask? I am the shortest dog in the pub – the grey hound has no such problems – but it also seems to me that all the other dogs don’t mind if they are not involved. However, I do want to be involved! Yes, I love my team – but I also want them to respect my input – they need me!
I also include a picture with the trivia host Jeffrey – see really it is all about the people!
New friends and disclaimers
The weekend was busy with new people, different parks, cool air and sunny skies. But the big news is that on Friday I got to meet the infamous Dr. L. With entourage in tow she swept into our flat (M, G, B and N were just part of this party) and I will admit I was so excited I accidentally pee-ed on the floor! I had heard a great deal about L – M and G would whisper about her and I am lead to believe that her absence (‘abandonment’ M jokes) was another part of the reason for my adoption. Clever Dr. L joked I was her replacement – a joke we all know has more than a grain of truth to it. We are about to head off to trivia at the pub in Balmain – she is going to be there! - I am very much looking forward to seeing her again.
I apologise for the lack of posts on the weekend but we heard a number of comics on the radio having a go at “dog blogs” on Friday afternoon and I felt somewhat embarrassed, then affronted, then …
However, in discussion with M and G we have all decided – who cares: no one is forced to read this! This is for my close friends, family and admirers and we hope you enjoy this and read it with the same spirit of generosity with which I jump, lick and wag my tail.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
An existential dilemma
One of the biggest questions in life is which ball to choose: if two balls sit in front of you which one do you play with? Can you really take on both at once or do you have to choose – in essence to prioritise one over another? And if you do have do choose what forms the basis of your criteria? The ball that is more worn – the one you have formed to your mouth and that holds the memories and scents of previous encounters, or the path less travelled – the newer one with all it’s promises of new horizons? Truly it is a difficult dilemma I faced when G. teasingly held up two balls and placed them at two points – equidistant on the ground in front of me. I have to say I hesitated – in the end the decision I made was based purely on instinct. One ball rolled away and therefore demanded my attention –but I still wonder whether my decision was the right one. Just because it caught my attention through its movement doesn’t mean it was the better toy.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
A role model
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Haiku
Wet drops from outside
Mudlicious days of joy in the park
Warm bath new treats joy
Green round fuzzy new ball
Easy made toy return and fetch
Pride and satisfaction
Growling at landlord
Hiding like spies in Russia
Sleeping on white sheets
Monday, April 20, 2009
What is in a name?
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Tomorrow is another day...
Today was a mutinous day – it was forever out of my control. M & G decided to sleep in so whimpering started promptly at 9:35, resulting in G getting up, giving me my well deserved breakfast, and allowing me the opportunity to relieve myself. But from there the day seemed to slowly spiral out of control. G was focused on moving the furniture and pounding the living-be-Jesus out of the rugs. Finally, I did what any young blooded dog would do and grabbed my tennis ball and dropped it continuously at G’s feet until we were playing catch. However, as soon as his training had begun, strange noises and different scents came bounding in from the direction of the backdoor. I took to my paws and raised my voice in the direction of the door “How dare you interrupt my play time!! Don’t you know how long it took me to gain control of G !!”, I barked in my most fierce voice. It was B. and Nugget. Now I have only met Nugget once before and he growled at me – but I gave him the benefit of the doubt because we were in a pub and I presumed he’d had one too many. So I made an effort to friends, jumping and sniffing enthusiastically (against my better instincts) – and guess what – he just growled at me again and pee-ed in my spot! Once they left we went to the park – and I tried to make G. jealous by befriending a cute girl. I pretended to be scared of her ‘big dog’. But ignoring that I am the adorable one, she asked G. if he was single. Damn Her! – she was supposed to be interested in me – what has happened to my charm! I am cutting my loses and going to bed early. Tomorrow, I will be the centre of the universe again and cosmic balance will be restored.