Hi Guys. Kramer here. For those of you that have never met a ‘rock star’, now you can say you have, although Bob says I am more of a social climber. Just a matter of perspective I guess.
Things have been going pretty well since the last time I wrote. Bob is picking up on my behavioral signs which is making things a lot easier. For instance, he has learned that he doesn’t go anywhere, I mean a n y w h e r e in the car without me. Well, maybe the vet. I’m not proud of having to prostrate myself in front of the door to make my point, but just standing there accomplished nothing. At least I don’t have to give him a treat whenever he gets it right.
I’m enjoying this thing they call quarantine. Not sure exactly how it works, just that Bob is here a lot. Makes it much easier for me to keep track of him, and, get more ‘strokes on demand’. He picks me up a lot and cradles me in his arm. Says I’m just a big baby. Actually, I enjoy being on my back because I can see what he is doing. You know, the old ‘trust but verify’ thing. I learned that at the vet. Boy, did I ever.
The saga of the car bed continues. Bob is trying very hard to get me to use it instead of wandering around the car. It’s fun to watch him move it around to different spots while I continue to lay down next to it. He finally put in on the front passenger seat and every time he hikes me into the car, he puts me in it. I’ll have to admit that once or twice I may have used it…briefly. Once when we were taking Sophie to the vet and I couldn’t jump in the back. It’s not that I don’t like it. I do. It’s just that it is made for curling up and I’m a stretching out kind of guy. I’m sure we’ll reach a compromise sooner or later. Gotta make the old man happy now and again I guess.
I have become quite adept at leaving my toys all over the place. I like being able to peruse my opportunities for amusement before making a selection. Actually, I just like running into a room and grabbing one on the fly. Mr. Clean, however, insists on putting them all back in the box so I have to start all over again. I’ll have to work on that, or just grab Scooters.
Met some more neighbors the other day. I liked them. They ooohed and ahhhed over me as well they should have, but you never know. Maine, I have found, is the land of black labs and golden retrievers. Size reigns. It takes a special person to recognize that within this 10 pound frame beats the heart of a Burmese Mountain Dog. So, as they say down the road in New Hampshire, “don’t tread on me”.
That’s it for now I guess. Thanks for checking back and remember, there are a lot of guys like me still looking for homes. Take care. Stay safe.
Signing off now