Paws and Effect
Here's mom, relaxing indoors during the storm:
Here's me:
I wanted to go play, but I just wasn't sure about getting so wet. Whenever that happens, the owners wipe my feet when I'm coming back inside. I hate that! I think the reason it bothers me so much is because I need constant access to my paws -- I use them for just about everything. Walking, running, wrestling, even eating (can't let that bowl slide away!). In fact, you may not know this, but the secret to a good, healthy bark is all about planting your feet solidly on the ground - it's all in the paws, as they say.
So anyway, moving down into the lower age bracket, here are the young ones:
They didn't seem to mind the rain a bit. They actually built themselves a little camp site! Of course, there are five of them, and it's a lot easier when you have...umm, let's see, five times four...7? 13? 2? Wait, my owner just told me that 5x4 = 20. Twenty?! Wow!
So, as I was saying, setting up and breaking camp is much easier with 20 paws. And with dew claws, who needs opposable thumbs?
It's all in the paws!
2 Comments:
At 11:13 PM, Anonymous said…
Oh my dear Smarty!
I absolutely dislike the rain with every inch of my being! I don't know why she makes me go out in the rain.I dislike feeling wet and that doggish odor just gets me crazy. They really have no consideration around here because every 6 hours or so that darn leash comes out and I hear those silly words...."Who wants to do pee pee?" I never ask her if she does!! She still doesn't understand that I will go to the door and cry my cute, adorable little whimper when I need to do my business!! She keeps changing my name to "Prima Donna". I guess it's Like Tula Rosa but I really prefer to be called Lucy. She must get a life and get rid of that "Lucy" towel if she intends to call me Prima Donna. HELP!!!!
Love and Kisses,
Your sister LUCY
At 2:38 PM, Ken said…
Shhhhhhh!! Don't you know better than to post things like this publicly? If our owners ever "get a life" we'll be up the creek without a paddle.
Which, come to think of it, is how this weekend is working out weather wise.
You must take the good with the bad. The pampering gets a little silly, but that's better than sleeping on top of a doghouse.
Your sister,
Smarty
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