BRAVE NEW WORLD
As a FOB, as all puppies are, life graduates in excitement day after day assuming you have caring and attentive masters. Arriving at Bob and Fay’s house was an eyeopener after being born in a kennel. The backyard was a new world of sights and smells. Chasing squirrels is a thrill. Running around in circles and flipping in the air with my puppy twirls. Chewing sticks. Snow plowing with my nose. Barking to introduce all who could listen.
In the past week I am out for walks with Bob. So many smells my nose is continually just off the ground. Seems there has been some dog peeing in the snow here and there. Bob laughs and says, “GO PEE!” when I focus on the yellow specked snow and when I smell the fire hydrants . No comprendo! I am up to nine walks so far.
The best by far is encountering other dogs. I went out for a long walk in the snow yesterday with Billy a one-year-old King James Cavalier. We puppy fought and what excitement and wonder. Bob says we will go for walks with Billy including at the Don Valley Golf Course which was Dylan the Westie’s favourite place. It must be something extraordinary.
This morning we met a big brown dog named Dash. Dash is a therapy dog but I know not what that means. I jumped all around him and he was patient with me. Last night though I bounded toward a dog who growled at me. I backed off. Why are some dogs like this? Bob pulled me back saying the last event we need is an aggressive dog attacking me. Apparently not all dogs are playful like Billy or patient like Dash. I must pay attention to growls I think? What is wrong with these dogs that growl. Could they hurt me? I require further dog sensitivity experience and I must rely on Bob and Fay AND THE OWNERS OF ALL DOGS to respect my safety.
When I come home after a walk I am supercharged. Bob says it is like I had too much coffee. But in 15 or 20 minutes my eyes are heavy and my legs are like cement and I fall asleep.
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