Travels

Last Sunday I went to the mountains. Arrow helped with the driving and he didn’t throw up. A new record for him.






We got to meet some dogs in Breckenridge and sample a buffet at a garbage can. Also looked at snowboards with the bearded one.









Then Monday I was off to treat school. I was the best (maybe the only) dog to come when my name was called. With the bearded one handing out treats like crazy, who wouldn’t run over for more? The other doggies are a little slow. He’s trying to get me to stop pulling on the leash. What fun is that?

See all the treats on the chair?

Bone Wars

When Arrow moved in, I had my favorite buffalo bone. It’s old but it still has a good chew taste. Naturally I didn’t let him near it. He understood.














My owner mom felt bad for Arrow and bought him a new buffalo bone. Bloody and greasy like mine was at first. She gave it to him outside when I was inside. Then she stuck him in his cage with it. He was happy.



This is my house. Everything here is mine. Arrow’s stuff is mine. First chance I got I took his bone. I just gave him the mean look when he wanted it back. He understood.



Yesterday they got me a new bone. All bloody and greasy. Very nice to chew on the couch. Later you can lick the pillows for a snack. Two bones. Everyone should get along. But both are really MINE.


Now there are bones all over the house. Chews too. Two of everything. He can have one for a while. But if I want it, I take it. He understands.

The People Whisperer

Arrow seems dumb but it’s all an act. He could start an obedience school for humans. Arrow knows how to train them. He can’t give them treats because he doesn’t have any and they can get their own from the magic box. Arrow uses negative conditioning. Barking. Pooping. Peeing.









I used to go for walkies, maybe three times a day. No treats. Just plastic bags. I never pooped or peed on the floor. (Occasionally in other people’s houses just to let their dogs know I’d been there.)


Arrow pooped and peed on the floor a lot. He’d go for a walkie, then come in and poop or pee on the floor. Only on rugs or carpeting. He likes a soft surface.

First they changed our food. Poor widdle Arrow can’t eat straight kibble so they mixed it with hamburger (!) or chicken (!) and rice. To be fair I got the same thing.



He was a little better but he still had his “accidents.” Then they started giving him a treat every time he pooped outside. He poops, then comes over for his snack. To be fair I got the same thing.

Then he started barking. He comes over to my owner mom, looks her in the eye, and barks. Loud. She takes him for a walkie! Poor widdle Arrow can’t hold it. To be fair I get to go too.

She has learned three new tricks. Treats for poop. Cooking for us. Walkies whenever Arrow barks. Almost. He tried at bedtime and the bearded one suggested a muzzle.

Kibble

We had company. Avalanche and her mom, Auntie Nancy, came for dinner. STEAK dinner. Humans eating steak. Doggies eating kibble. Kibble.












Not a good-sounding name for food if you ask me (which nobody does). How would you like your Kibble, Deefor? Medium rare? Or dry as a bone-- I mean a rock. A bone would be yummy.














Steak, hamburger, chicken, cheese—those are good-sounding names. Treats are aren't called Kibble. No. Chicken treats. Peanut butter treats. Like real food.















After dinner we got leftover Steak. But we ate it so fast I can’t remember what it tastes like.

Arrow's List

My Colorado friend Dobby tagged me AND ARROW! to answer questions using the first letter of our name. Now Arrow is not much of a writer. More of a procrastinator. He spends his days carrying shoes around the house and making confetti out of anything he can fit in his mouth. But finally he is done.






















What's Your Name: Arrow
4 Letter Word: Arrf
Vehicle: ATV
TV Show: All in the Family
Boy Name: Al
Girl Name: Avalanche (girl doggie)
Alcoholic Drink: Arftini
Occupation: Airedale pilot
Something you wear: Ankle Bracelet
Celebrity: Ashley Judd
Food: Anything on the floor-- or anywhere!
Something in the bathroom: All sorts of confetti-making supplies in the trash
Reason for being late: A small shaggy dog stole my bone
Cartoon Character: (Fat) Albert
Something you shout: Aaaarrgggg! Let me out of this cage!

Arrow is really part goat. He ate a big piece of paper from a muffin on the sidewalk. He just swallowed it whole. Before that I think he ate a feather.

Hike

Arrow is still working on his name thing. Too busy chewing up things to get it done.

Yesterday we went on a hike. Not the dog park but a place we had to be on leashes. A very good sniffing place.

We stayed away from the trails with horses. I don’t hate horses. Probably without their riders bossing them around they're very nice animals. We had a peaceful walk.

Arrow went swimming on the leash! I just got wet. I slipped out of my collar to help the bearded one pick some apples.

We got in the car to go home and I heard growling. I had to go out and investigate. A very unfriendly pit bull was out there. I was just about to straighten him out when some woman pulled me away. I thought that dog would pull his owner's arm off with his leash.

Hope we go back there again. We saw a snake and some poop with acorns in it.

Food is My Life

I admit it. I am obsessed with food. There’s other stuff—belly rubs and squeaky toys and running around smelling things—but nothing like food. Treats, meals, and especially people food.

I’m lucky to live in a city where people roam around throwing stuff on the street. And especially in the park, where they have parties and picnics and homeless people. Just two days ago I was off my leash to run home to our door. That’s what my owner mom does. Lets me loose at the end of a walkie. But my nose detected a chicken bone just lying there next to the dumpster, past our stairs. Now she keeps me on the leash all the way home. Not like there’s another chicken bone there. But that’s how they are; after I do something they change stuff.

If food is your life, and you're an only dog, you’re lucky. All the food is yours. Anything you can find, or beg, or climb on the table to eat. All the treats are yours. All the chews and bones are yours. And that’s a good thing. It’s simple. If a dog visits, you can share if you want to. Or if you have to. But when the company goes home, it’s all yours again.

But when a new dog moves in with you and never leaves, all your stuff is now their stuff. It’s not easy. You can hide stuff. You can stand over stuff and give the other dog dirty looks. But you can’t keep it all for yourself. I’m working on it.

And thanks to Dobby for this award! And I'd like to give it to Joe Stains and Lorenza

Play Date

My Colorado friend Dobby tagged me to write stuff using the first letter of my name D. This was really Difficult.

What is your name? Deefor
4 letter word: Duck (My quackie toy)
Vehicle: Dog Carrier
TV Show: Dog Whisperer
City: Denver (I live there too)
Boy Name: Dan
Girl Name: Donna
Alcoholic Drink: Dogarita
Occupation: Dog Walker
Something you wear: Dog collar
Celebrity: Dog Whisperer (don't know many celebrities)
Food: Dogs (Hot ones)
Something found in a bathroom: Dirty dental floss
Reason for being late: Don’t know what “late” is.
Cartoon Character: Donald Duck
Something You Shout: Don’t go near my buffalo bone!

Dobby tagged Arrow too but he is a little slow with his.


A fun morning. First I played with Arrow. Couldn't wake the bearded one.












Then I met Avalanche (sans Arrow) at the park.














Then back to chasing Arrow.