I have been walking two dogs for so long it is second nature to me. From changing hands behind my back, because someone goes right and then left, or stretching my arms so wide that you would think I was a tree, I have got this down. Yes, those are knots in the lines that you see; I do that on every leash. First, I do that so I can grip the leash lower down at certain intervals when I want to shorten up and, also so that I can drop a leash and step on it without it running right under my foot. A funny thing happens if/when I do drop someone’s lead, they stop and turn around and look at me with a ‘what’s a matter with you’ face. Do you do a leash dance? What’s yours like?
What mischief did you get into today?
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Rachel, our wonderful dog walker (Simplifido.com), who takes us out when Mom is working and feeds the cats if she goes away, gave us this great basket of cat and dog toys for the holidays. Santa (we know it was you Mom, we are not puppies and kittens any more) added a bunch of cat and dog toys to it. We were very excited Christmas morning to have a punch of things to play with.
Of course Sofie, the pushy whiney one, stuck her nose in first to pick out what she wanted. Some times I don’t know why I put up with it, but I do love her, even if she is a pesty little sister.
Sofie selected a Snoopy stuffy. Sometimes she reminds me of him with her independent nature.
I decided on this yummy looking eggplant. I thought it had a squeaker, because I love noisy things, but it has something heavy and hard inside. Still I like it a lot.
This eggplant is definitely mine and no dog or cat is going to take it from me.
So Mom decided maybe Sofie should have the Woodstock to go with her Snoopy.
“But Mom!!!” I yelled, “I want Woodstock! Sofie gets all the good stuff!”
So you know what I did? Right in front of the whole family. I took Woodstock from Sofie.
Sofie can never win when I want something.
So now we both have part of Woodstock.
I guess my stocking may be empty next year. But actually it is still 2015, so maybe Santa Mom isn’t counting the naughties yet. – Love and Licks – Louise
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