MY FURRY ALARM CLOCK

POST # 320

Normally, I don't use an alarm clock to wake me each day. The one exception is on a travel day, when I need to make a public transport connection.  But since I arrived here, I have a living, breathing and furry alarm clock. (See above photo).  That would be Bert.

Like any typical furball, he sleeps the whole day away, so that he can be out roaming around after dark.  Because he has his own door, he can come and go as he sees fit.  The alarm clock version of Bert usually "rings" anywhere between about 1:30am and 4:30am*, much to the chagrin of the resident house-sitter, and probably Mac the bonehead, although he's probably used to the routine after all of the years that they've been together.

 Fortunately for me, I'm now handling the situation a bit better than at the start.  When he arrives on the bed, I just pretend that I am asleep, and this seems to have a positive effect.  Bert settles down and goes to sleep, at least for a little while.

From that point on, the three of us can resume our rest, and begin the day at a later hour.  Mind you, most days, I am up anywhere between 5:30am and 6am, because I never really get back into a deep sleep once Bert is on the scene.

Mac having a word with Bert about his nocturnal activities.

And just to give the reader a sense of what Bert sounds like each morning, I managed to capture his meowing this morning.  

*I've revised these times from my blog on July 14th.  Seems like the longer I'm here, the longer the time span for Bert's morning wake-up calls.

living in acceptance,

Paul

The Thoughtful Wanderer

CHUCKIT or _ _ _ _ IT?

POST # 319

The question posed in the title of today's very brief post can be answered differently depending on who is answering it .
Let's first look at Mac's response in this short video.

Now let's look at what Bert thinks about this game of Chuckit.

I think that his look and his posture imply, _ _ _ _ it.  Why would he want to play that game, because it cuts into his napping time.

It's up to the reader to decide.  In the meantime, Mac and The Thoughtful Wanderer are heading outside for another round of Chuckit, and the reader can probably guess what Bert will be doing during the same time period.

Living in acceptance,

Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer

BERT & MAC

POST #318

After only a few days, I am beginning to settle in at my latest house/pet sitting gig. I have two wonderful four-legged friends to keep me amused while I am here.

Bert the furball reminds me of Shadow in Vancouver, however Bert is much more "talkative" than Shadow. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this behavior , however Bert likes to begin his "talks" anywhere between three and five o'clock in the morning.  It's early days, so maybe I haven't quite worked out his routine, but if this keeps up, I'll have to extend my afternoon naps to make up for lost sleep.

Mac, is the resident bonehead, and I would be hard pressed to think of any other bonehead that is as friendly as he is, right from the start.  He doesn't even seem to miss his owners, and I'm his new best friend, in spite of the fact that I keep calling him "Dora-dog" every now and again.

I'm looking forward to getting to know these critters, as the days and weeks pass.

 

BERT

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MAC

living in acceptance,

Paul,

The Thoughtful Wanderer

MYSTERY SOLVED

POST # 317

My ongoing quest to teach humans the basics of life.

While out walking Dora, the other day, we came across another bonehead, and as is the standard doggie protocol, Dora and the other dog spent their initial moments sniffing out each others backside.  It's a curious way to say hello, but it seems to work for them.
A man who was present during this introduction, decided to fill us in on WHY, dogs do this.  He recited the poem below, and so finally, the mystery has b een solved.
Thank you Dora, for bringing this to our attention.

The doggies held a meeting,
They came from near and far,
Some came by motor cycle,
And some by motor car
Each doggie passed the doorway,
Each doggie signed the book
Each one unshipped his asshole
And hung it on a hook.

One dog was not invited
It sorely raised his ire
He ran into the meeting hall
And loudly shouted, 'Fire!'
It threw them in confusion
And without a second look
Each grabbed anothers asshole
From off another hook

And that's the reason why sir,
When walking down the street
And that's the reason why sir,
When doggies chance to meet
And that's the reason why sir,
On land, abroard or home
They'll sniff each other's backside...
To see if it's their own.

Here is another version sung by Matt McGinn:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB5jkTfPcDs


living in acceptance (which includes butt sniffing)

Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer