It's been a challenge to post this week, Mom has been taking us to work everyday, and when I am home, I have to keep an eye on The Kid. Ayla is a very sweet little sister, but she can be all puppy all the time. My work is never done. On the one hand, this new responsibility gives me a strong sense of fulfillment. On the other hand, I'm so tired. I'd just like to sit back with some turkey and some sweet time with Big Red. But as the picture above demonstrates, she likes to have all the toys.
This week, Mom took us to Goddard Park in RI which is one of my favorite spots. It's a mixture of woods and beach. It was 17 degrees of perfect dry cold. We were running free. The Kid and I were sniffing and running together. There was no one there in that weather, until there was one other winter lover out with a few dogs. Mom yelled, "Hold up." And I did. Ayla did too for a second but then ran ahead to check out the other dog. So I looked at Mom to say, "Sorry, I've got to do my duty." And I ran after her.
Now, normally, I'm a dog's dog. Big, small, stinky, love 'em all. But this Boxer wanted to sniff The Kid and something came over me. I didn't want that dog to be anywhere near her. I put myself between the dog and Ayla and gave a low growl. The other dog went scampering away and I almost felt badly. He seemed pretty cool but I just can't have anyone touch my sister just yet. She's so young and vulnerable. And, frankly, she's mine.
Mom leashed us after that and we saw not another soul out that day. The Kid is pretty bad on the leash and I just have to laugh watching Mom go through all that all over again. I just don't think Mom realizes that she takes us to lots of interesting places and the excitement is overwhelming. The leash is a total drag.
In an alternate universe, dogs drive cars very slowly so as not to miss a squirrel sighting. The cars are all convertibles. Mom and Dad could rest in the backseat. There would be no highways, just beautiful woods and open spaces with the occasional front porched houses. There are no leashes, just dogs running and frolicking free together, eventually returning home to our people. Our people are always home or with us. Our homes are filled with cool floors, giant couches, and big ol' bowls of cookies.
And all the dogs and people just know that The Kid is with ME.
3 comments:
Oh my God, I had to laugh. That was too funny. I love your blog. You are hilarious Orso.
What a bright spot in my day. I often return just to read your blog again and again. Hello to you Orso and Ayla.
Zeba
Hey Orso and Ayla! Your description of the alternate universe for dogs is wonderful -- Moose thinks this is brilliant. And I love how Orso is protective of his little sister -- I think this is a good thing. Ayla is lucky to have such a wonderful brother who can watch out for her and show her the ways of the world.
:)
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