my name is gHosT. i am this blogger’s grand-doggie. i’m still a puppy. a really big puppy.
the two-leggers take me to car shows. when we aren’t looking at cars. they tie me to the bumper. of their mustang. then they give me a stick.
i chew the stick. while I think about pulling the bumper. right off the car. i think I could do that. if I really wanted to.
it is one thing to think i could do it. it is another thing to think what what would happen. if I did do it… treats and tummy rubs. might be in short supply. for a while.
last week I forgot. i was attached to the smaller of the two-leggers. i pulled on the leash too hard. the two-legger tipped turtle. she scraped her knee. no treats and tummy rubs. for the rest of the morning.
when I’m older. maybe the scent of a rabbit won’t make me forget. what i’m supposed to do. maybe i will have control over what my nose. tells me to do.
I used to look at Smokey and think, “If you were a little smarter you could tell me what you were thinking,” and he’d look at me like he was saying, “If you were a little smarter, I wouldn’t have to.”
– Fred Jungclaus –