Taking Care of Mummy

Talisker told me that yesterday was a day when we are supposed to take particularly good care of our Mummies.  I don’t think we can ever be accused of not taking good care of ours.  We help keep her warm when she’s under her bird fur, we lick the water off her legs when she comes out of the big glass washing box and when Daddy’s not in our kennel, we bark at everything that passes by, just to make sure that everyone knows that she has a diligent protection detail.

Talisker is the Head of Security around here, so if he says to give Mummy extra special treatment, that’s what we’ll do.  I did suggest that if all dogs have to do this, maybe some of our friends could join us with theirs and take them to Testarossa Winery since all our Mummies like falling over juice.  We enjoy their crackers too.

Olive said she’d bring her Mummy, along with some friends we met the night before, Chewy and Mushu.  Chewy’s relatives take care of sheep in a land with really big rabbits with enormous back legs that carry their babies around in pockets, and Mushu’s come for a place called Bean Town which seems a little strange since he says he doesn’t like beans.  They were visiting with their Mummy from San Francisco and didn’t know where to take her around here so were grateful for the invitation to join us.  Of course, when they discovered the quality of the crackers, they were even more appreciative.

Tobermory

California Girls

It was my birthday on Sunday.  I turned 7 human years.  That’s around 50 in dog years.  I didn’t want to celebrate but Tobermory insisted on organizing a party for me.  He reminded me of the story I told him about Daddy’s 50^th birthday party.  All his friends and litter mates came from far away places to drink falling over juice and wriggle around in the garden while a group of howling humans, pulled strings attached to pieces of wood and hit big round boxes with sticks.

I think Tobermory’s offer to arrange a party may have been a little self-serving.   We both like Mummy’s cake made from orange vegetables, bee juice and squashed nuts topped with cheese from small human kennels, however the guest list was a little suspect.  He says he invited my BFF, Truman, but he was busy taking care of his little sister and his boy because their humans were out of town.  Now, I’m not saying that Tobermory is some kind of lothario, but his answer to this was to fill our garden with his girl-friends.

I don’t want you to think that I’m a cradle snatcher, but there was one girl, Sierra who I’ve never really spoken with much.   I’ve known her since she was puppy and she really has grown into quite an exceptional young bitch, and the legs …..  She says her mother is a free spirit so really doesn’t know who her father is. We talked for a long time.  She has a lot of wisdom for her age and can do some really cool tricks, like rolling over.

I’ve usually found girls closer to my age who are fish retrievers like me to be more to my taste, but I think I need to broaden my horizons to include long haired, free spirited California hippy chicks.

Talisker

Iced Wings

I have a sore “wing”.  Every evening while I hold the sofa down, Daddy wraps two big bags of ice in the bits of cloth that the humans use to take water off plates.  He puts one behind his back and Mummy loops the other around my “wing”.   It feels really good and a lot of the hurty stuff goes away which means I have way more fun when I go out for our daily sniff.

 

This wing icing feels so good that I thought I should check on Mummy’s writing box to see if anyone else knows about this.  My research found that flying metal tubes get their wings iced too, only they don’t like it much and refuse to fly until all the ice is gone.  I think the problem is that the ice is put directly onto their wings.  I wouldn’t like that much either.  If the humans taking care of the flying metal tubes wrapped the ice up in bits of cloth, not only would the flying metal tubes like it, but they might be able to fly better too.

Talisker

Whisky Dog Adventures Illustrated - The Swim Fur Edition

Brando, Fur Mate of the month on the Swim Fur Dogwalk and demonstrating good duck retrieval form.

Tobermory asks for a few tips before taking the duck retrieval plunge himself while Brando and Talisker shout encouragement from the sidelines.

Tobermory returns the favor by enlisting Talisker's help to introduce Brando to the art of synchronized frisbee swimming.

Talisker finishes the show, modeling the season's Wet Fur look.

 Photography & Captioning by Mummy

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