He's gone once again, but thankfully he didn't leave me with this stupid thing on my head. It detracts from my cuteness. And I do know that I'm cute (whatever that means), because it's the first sound that comes out of any human's mouth upon first meeting me. "She's so cute." And then I bark at them.
Like I just said, he's gone again, but at least she is still here, (she, being the other human that I spend most of my time with). She has been with me now for quite a while, and I really don't know what I would do without her? My past life, is beginning to fade away, and I can't say that I am sorry about that. There are still certain sounds that upset me, but things are much, much better than before. I have a vague recollection of being in a place with others like me, and that wasn't much fun. Day after day, I was stuck in a cage with a concrete floor, with the constant noise of the other dogs that surrounded me. We all had different stories, and each day we would bark our stories back and forth to one another. It became a competition of sorts, with each of us trying to out do the other in communicating just how bad our life had been.
Then one day, she showed up with another human, and it was the other human who saw me first. The other human said to my human, "I've found your dog." I'm not sure what that sound meant, but soon after, I was relocated to another place, with this human. I was fearful at first, but it certainly was a big improvement from where I had just come from. This new human gives me food twice a day, and spends most of her time with me. At first, I was somewhat skeptical about this new arrangement, and I entertained thoughts of running away, if the opportunity ever arose. That would have been the biggest mistake of my life. My brain isn't very big, but I have enough intelligence to know when I've got it good. And believe me, where I now live, I've got it REAL good, so any thoughts of escaping are now just a distant memory. I'm sticking with this human for as long as I possibly can.
OK, getting back to the guy I was talking about at the beginning, here's what I can work out so far. Every once in a while he shows up, and I always know when this is going to happen, because she puts me in her car, and we drive to a special place, and then, there he is. This special place has changed over time, and the new location is where those long things that make that scary noise, arrive. Thankfully the noise doesn't last too long, and once it is quiet again, then poof, he shows up. I like that part, and it's worth putting up with the noise, knowing that he will be arriving soon afterwards.
This male human who appears out of nowhere from time to time, seems to be more dog-like than the average human I have come across on my journey through life. Most humans spend a large portion of their day, balancing on their two hind legs. It's actually quite impressive, even though I don't understand the point of it all. But this guy likes to get on all fours (in my view, normal behaviour). I've never seen anything quite like it, but I sure am happy when I see him in this position. Because, moments after he drops to the ground, it's play time.
I've yet to discover any other human that likes to play this way, and so I take advantage of him when he is around. Mind you, by the looks on his face, and from the sounds coming out of his mouth, he seems to enjoy this activity as much as I do. There isn't a day that goes by when he's here, that we don't have at least one play session, but it usually happens multiple times a day. So when he finally does leave, I know that the fun is over with for a while. It takes time for me to get over his departure, but my owner treats me with such love and affection, that before long, I'm back to enjoying my time. She really is special, and I can't believe how good life is now, compared to before.
Another thing that now takes place in this new life of mine, is when this guy is here, but he's different. Let me explain. I can just be laying around, minding my own business, or snoozing and dreaming of squirrels, or Simon the cat, and then I hear this funny noise. It's always the same noise, and it's always in the vicinity of my female human. I don't know what causes it, but I do know that it's a sound that brings him back into the room. Well, not really in the room, but I can hear him, and I can even see him, but he looks different. His face is on a small square object that she holds in her hands. I look right at him, expecting him to come right through the square object, and into the room, so that we can start playing. But he doesn't. I haven't yet worked out what's going on, but each time this happens, it makes me happy.
So like I stated at the beginning, he's gone at the moment, but I have a feeling that he will be back at some point. When he was last here, I heard him make a noise that sounded like this: NEW YORK. I have heard something similar before but not exactly the same. That other sound was: YORKIES.
I'm not sure if there is a connection, but I suspect that there is.
Anyhow, while he is away, I will continue to enjoy this wonderful new life that I now have thanks to my female human friend. And during the times that I am asleep, I'll try and imagine that he will be back again soon, so that we can enjoy our wrestling matches together. Until then, I have plenty of activities to keep me busy, and I am grateful for that. Now, it must be time for a nap.
maximizing MY moments,
Dora-dog
reporting today for,
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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