Being Thankful

Today is Thanksgiving.  I always thought it had something to do with a really big chicken.  I like chicken so being able to eat a really big one is definitely something to be thankful for.  Talisker says he used to think the same but has now learnt that it is a day when you have to think of things that you're thankful for, other than chicken.  So, here are a couple of things I’m thankful for.

I’m thankful for my big brother, Talisker.  He’s taught me everything I know about taking care of humans and how to protect a kennel properly.  I know I get a little over enthusiastic sometimes, but he’s very patient with me.

A few weeks ago, Daddy started howling every time we touched him.  Mummy said a piece of his back had fallen out because he spent many human years jumping off the sides of big hills covered in white slippy stuff.  Earlier this week, she took him away very early in the morning in the motorized dog carrier.  When she brought Daddy back, he was very sleepy but didn’t howl when we wagged our tails against him.  She said he’d been mended.  He says he’ll be able to take us for long walks again soon, but now we are just happy we can cuddle him again when he’s under his bird fir.  So, I have to say that the thing I am most thankful for today is that Daddy has been mended.

Tobermory

Why does Talisker get to do all the fun stuff?

I’m feeling left out.  Today Mummy took us for a ride in her motorized dog carrier to a kennel near us that I don’t know.  There were lots of other dogs going in and out of it with their humans.  There was a long table inside with four humans sitting behind it playing with writing boxes and talking boxes.  One of them told us to sit.  Two female humans wearing blue pajamas came out of a door and asked us to follow them to a room with lots of cushions and a platform that looked like the one in our kennel that Mummy runs on without going anywhere.

This is where I started to be ignored.  The humans in the pajamas invited Talisker to lie down on a big dog bed and then rubbed his leg while they gave him chicken.  They then played games with him while I stood on cushions and gave him even more treats.  They did at least give me a couple.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Talisker then got into a glass tank that filled with water and got to play in it while I had to watch.  Everyone knows that I love to play in water.  Having a sore leg is no reason to get to do all the fun stuff.

Tobermory

Causing Stress

The evil black bags took Daddy away last week on a flying metal tube.  Sometimes he goes away for just one night but he was away for a whole week and left us to take care of Mummy all on our own.  Talisker didn't seem to take this seriously.  He said Daddy used to go away a lot when he was young.  He has to do it to earn the green stuff that buys dog biscuits.  He told me to relax because Mummy would be just fine, but I don’t like it.  It’s very important to keep the pack together.  If I’m going to become head of security one day, the humans have to understand this.  I made sure that I barked at everything that walked past our kennel and slept on top of Mummy so she understood my level of commitment to the job.  It really isn't nice to put me through this kind of stress.

Tobermory