Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Mascots

Having turned one human year, Tobermory is now mature enough to take on more of my security detail at this kennel.  He can sometimes be a little too diligent at warning about potential threats, but overall has taken his studies seriously so deserves to be given a little more responsibility.

Our humans are part of a big group of other humans, many from far away lands, who like to help those less fortunate than they are.  Every two human years they take it in turn to visit each other’s lands and this year they all gathered in San Francisco.  It’s very important to make those who don’t have kennels here feel welcome, so our humans offered to spend a couple of days introducing them to some of their favorite falling over juice kennels in Napa and Sonoma.  It’s a good time of year to visit because there’s lots to look at.  This is when all the little bunches of round things jump off their plants and climb into big machines that squeeze out the juice that goes into big barrels before magically turning into falling over juice.  Trefethen is a really old falling over juice kennel so our guests got to see a really old squeezing machine.

Since we are now splitting our security duties, I thought we should spend our newly acquired spare time helping out.  Sometimes, when all these humans get together, they wear big red body covers with white crosses on them.  Having always felt that we should be respectful when acting as ambassadors for our land, Mummy was kind enough to make us scarves to blend in with them.  One of Daddy’s friends said we were their “mascots.”  I’ve never been a mascot before but it would appear the job entails a lot of human herding.   They are particularly disobedient when removed from their usual environment so trying to get them onto large motorized multiple human carriers is really quite tiring work.  We were really very relieved when we arrived at Stag’s Leap Wine Cellars and several humans took on the job of herding the humans so that we could take a nap.  This must be a popular place to rest as Mummy found a couple of bears sleeping on some falling over juice containers.  They were obviously taking a break from human herding too.

I have to admit that being a mascot is quite fun for a short time, but I think I will keep my regular job as Chief of Security.

Talisker

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