Whoops...

Haven't been able to write in a while.  Of course, I don't really deserve the grief I'm getting for it.  I am, after all, a 91-year-old dog; it's pretty amazing I can write at all.

But I've been lying low the last few weeks, real low.  I read somewhere that the world was supposed to come to an end last Saturday, so I spent most of May underneath the sofa with my paws over my eyes.  Turns out, the human who said it was just joshing.  What gives?

What humans don't understand about dogs is that we trust you people.  When you tell us you're gonna take us for a walk, we assume you're gonna take us for a walk.  When you tell us we're gonna get a treat, we assume you're gonna give us a treat.  And when you tell us the world is gonna end, we assume the world is coming to an end.

Guess this is one of those tricks you like to play on us.  Like when you pretend to throw the ball, then hide it behind your back and laugh while we sniff all over the place looking for it.  Not.  Cool.

Anyways, I'm back out from under the sofa now and just in time.  Looks like we got a big match between Barcelona and Man U coming up this weekend.  Yeah, I like the game; who wouldn't love chasing a ball around an open field for an hour and a half?  But I'm more excited about the food my owners got prepared.  You can bet your dry schnoz I'm gonna get into some a that chorizo.


These are the kinds of days that make an old girl hope the world never ends...

Just a quick one today

Pretty interesting photo show on what my canine brothers and sisters are doing in the military.

Don't get me started on the politics. I'm from Brooklyn!

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2011/05/12/world/middleeast/dog.html

Loneliness

My male owner left for a few days recently and I got to observe my female owner alone for a few days. That got me thinking: do animals and humans feel loneliness the same way?

I don't think so! 

She seemed to miss him a lot (and called him all the time and texted and so on) but she also seemed happy to be alone, to be spending time just by herself staring at the ceiling. Granted, I stare at the ceiling all the time (or at the floor, depending on my position) but I always, always prefer to do that in the company of a human. 

Let me put it this way: DOGS NEVER EVER WANT TO BE ALONE.

The minute the door shuts, we are already imagining you coming back. Sometimes you do, but it's only because you forgot your keys or something. Then you leave again and time stops. I don't care how many pretty birds are singing or who walks by outside, we just want you back. 

And that's despite the fact that I'm from Brooklyn i.e. tough.