The adventuresome life of a Great Pyrenees/Newfoundland dog in Northwestern Ontario

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Playtime! Yesss!

Hello, Everybody! Yes, I’m still alive…

And today, I’m really feeling on top of the world. Y’know why?

Remember when I told you about my all time favourite winter game? If you haven’t read about it, read the interview I did over at Clowie’s Corner.

So, guess what I found this morning? That’s right! I found Joanne’s stainless steel bowl. She wasn’t here last weekend, so I don’t know how it escaped from her house. But there it was. And I saw it. And I remembered….

~:o)=

She obviously doesn’t want it anymore.

~;op=

It’s been raining for the last two days. I don’t really like the rain that much. But this morning, when I got to the top of our hill, I made an exciting discovery! My sliding game? It works just as well on wet grass as on snow. Almost…

AAAYEEE OWOW WOO-OO HOO HOO!

~:oD=

I'm a... wee bit... pooped... just now. BUT THERE AIN"T NO WAY NO HOW ANY TWOLEGGER IS GONNA GET THIS SLIDING MACHINE AWAY FROM ME NOW! GRRWOWF!

I’m a… wee bit… pooped… just now. BUT THERE AIN’T NO WAY NO HOW ANY TWO-LEGGER IS GONNA GET THIS SLIDING MACHINE AWAY FROM ME NOW! GRRWOWF!

 

 

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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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