Thursday, September 1, 2011

Strange White Dogs

Occasionally my humans go to far away lands to visit their packs and at the moment they are on one of those trips.  I always enjoy going on adventures with them, but this is one that we have always declined joining them on.  Bowmore told me they get there on flying metal tubes that make dogs travel 3rd class which was not a method of travel that he was prepared to take at his advanced age.  Being young, I could handle this much better but I think it’s an insult to a dog of my standing to make me travel like that so I’m taking a vacation at the kennel of some nice humans who live near us.  They cuddle me a lot and give me lots of treats.

Mummy has been quite good at keeping in touch and telling me what they have been doing.  For the first part of their trip, they went to the bottom of the land they came from to visit her parents and Dougal who takes care of them.  He’s particularly skilled at the art of camouflage so that he can keep a discreet eye on them.

Daddy’s pack come from the top of that land.  Lots of strange looking white dogs with thick curly hair roam the countryside in packs.  They are particularly thoughtful creatures.  It’s very cold up there and lots of water falls out of the sky and as we all know, humans don’t have much fur, and what they do have isn’t waterproof.  They get cold pretty easily so these kind dogs are well known for their generosity in giving humans some of their fur to keep them warm.

Some humans employ the white dogs to keep their grass short.  I can only assume that they demand a particularly low rate of pay.  Our kennel has a lot of grass and a human stops by with a grass shortening machine which does the job really very quickly and he only has to do it once a week.  It takes an entire pack of these white guys to do the same job and it takes them a really long time. They bite off each piece of grass individually which seems to me to be an extremely inefficient method of grass shortening when there are machines out there that can do it quickly.
Talisker

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