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What I Did on My Summer Holiday…

That’s a laugh. Summer Holiday? What’s that?

Summertime is when I’m my busiest. There are all kinds of growling, speeding metal things to bark at as they roll up and down the big gravel path. There are all kinds of two-leggers invading the neighbourhood, and they make all kinds of strange noises and burning smells. There are two-leggers in tin cans that float on the splashy wet stuff down the hill from the my two-leggers’ house. All of them need to be reminded that I am the Queen of the Boreal Forest. This is my domain, and who are they to invite themselves?

There are other things that make my summer busy, too. Siggy’s back on the island, and I go back behind the bay and over to the south shore of The Point to bark hello whenever I hear him out and about over there. He has a very distinctive bark, so I know it’s him whenever I hear him call.

The long-necked flappers are busy mowing and fertilizing Al & Joanne’s lawn every day (there seem to be more of them every time I find them there!). The sneaky deer are always wandering into the yard hoping to get a nibble at Kay’s or Elizabeth’s gardens. And the wolves are sometimes by to see if they can get a nibble at one of the sneaky deer. None of this sort of behaviour is allowed on the Campbell Estate. As the official enforcer, I make it so. But I will write more on nibblers next entry….

Harley and Bud are next door more often, now, too. Bud is old and has slowed down. So has Harley, but he doesn’t stay indoors as much as Bud does now. Joanne and Al let me come in to visit with Bud all the time, and we spent many hot, sultry afternoons and evenings lying on the cool, hard, grey floor downstairs in his two-leggers’ house.

Harley’s two-leggers, Chris and Amity, were down more often this summer. I’m glad, because they brought their little two-legger with them. Owen is a bit older than me – he’s four and I just had my third birthday. But two-leggers are slow to mature, and he’s still a two-legger puppy – er, child, I think they say. And despite the fact that he is older than me, we are just about the same height!

This is a photo Amity took of Owen and me. (Thank-you for letting me use it here). We just have the best fun together!

Owen and I have become best of friends this summer. He calls me as soon as he gets out of their ride. He calls me when he gets up in the morning. We run together. We go swimming together. We play together. We share hugs and kisses. Owen is the greatest!

Sometimes another little two-legger comes, Brandon. Brandon gave me a Christmas present last year, if you remember, but he really doesn’t like me as much as Owen does. When he’s here, he and Owen play together a lot. Then I get a bit bored, ’cause they play things like Daddy & Son. Daddy seems to be busy with work, and Son, well, I’m not sure what he’s doing, but he never seems to have a dog friend! So, when they start those sorts of games, I go into the garage and chill with my old pal, Bud. Bud will always be my best dog-friend….

My Christmas…

The other day, Al from next door came over to my two-leggers’ house with Harley. I was surprised to see them ’cause Al’s usually too busy working to come visit me. I usually go over to visit him!

While I showed Harley around our yard, Al gave Kay and Elizabeth one of those things with handles that two-leggers use instead of their mouths to carry things around (two-leggers have some great inventions). After Harley left with Al, I checked it out. It smelled like Joanne, which was nice, ’cause I haven’t seen Joanne for a long time and I like her. Elizabeth put the holder on a chair and told me to leave it.

The two-legger holder thing stayed on the chair for several days. I’d go over and sniff it once in a while – it was kind of like saying hello to Joanne except she wasn’t really there. Joanne always gives me nice things, and I began wondering what was in the holder. Whatever it was seemed to be wrapped up in thin rustly stuff like what Kay sits and looks at each evening, but nicer smelling. But I was good, and I only sniffed at it once in a while.

Then one day, Elizabeth took the wrapped thing out of the holder and put it on the floor. She said I could open it up! It seems she was just as curious about it as me after all…. I tried to be a lady about it. Whoever wrapped it – Joanne I think, ’cause it smelled like her as I said – did a good job. I particularly liked the little thing stuck on the wrapping – it deserved a second look it was so pretty.

The whole time I was working at the wrapping – bits of it kept getting stuck in my mouth – Elizabeth had her camera stuck in front of her face. Two-leggers look and behave awfully silly sometimes, engrossed as they become in their preoccupations. The degree of their silliness seems to be directly proportional to the amount of aid you require with something, I find. Sometimes getting the SOS message through to them is quite challenging…. Eventually, she tried to help me a bit, though (I really was getting a little frustrated…). Here’s the result of our efforts:

I named him Rudey. This is because he seems quite rude to me. He’s fine with Elizabeth. She asks him to talk to her and he makes a squeak. He won’t answer me. I’ve tried everything from asking him nicely, to licking his face, and nibbling his ears and antlers. I’ve tried to pull out the ropey thing that seems to be stuck in his mouth, and the other one that seems to be stuck in… his other end. He doesn’t seem to be at all appreciative. So, I decided to shake him and toss him around a bit – knock some civility into the rude dude. He’s still not talking to me.

I keep trying, but after a while, I just give up, take Rudey over to Elizabeth and dump him at her feet. If they want to talk, they can.  I must admit, he’s a good sport with the rough-housing, but his silence gets a bit boring after a while.

It turns out that the gift was from Joanne’s grandchildren, who come to play with me some weekends. Brandon can be a bit stuffy sometimes; he doesn’t like my kisses (Elizabeth says not to be offended because boys don’t usually like kisses from girls ’til they get a bit older…), but he and Emily are great fun to hang with when they’re here. There was another present from Joanne and Al and Bud in the holder thing. I think Bud must’ve put it in ’cause there was no rustly stuff wrapped around it and it was much easier to get to…. Thank you! You’re great pals. I can’t wait to see you again!

xx  ~:oP=

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