Kramer’s Korner


Hello again all you admirers. Kramer here, back again for your amusement and education.  I thought I would start by updating you on the grooming thing. As I said in my last post, and I really hate to admit this, but when Bob left me there, I was scared.  It was the first time that I had thought about what would happen if he gave me back and I had to go live somewhere else.  Truth is, I’m not unhappy.  It’s just that I am a Pek. I’m handsome, and smart, etc. etc, and have maybe a little bit of an ego. But what if I overdid it? I’ll have to say, those two hours before he came back gave me a lot of time for reflection. I just hoped I hadn’t screwed it up.  That’s partly why I gave Trish such a hard time.

Since then, I have lightened up and life has gotten even better then it was. I am treating him more as an equal and have started sharing my toys. We are both learning to retrieve.  Mostly I love running around with him chasing me.

He is also reintroducing me to the brush. We started out with a soft bristled one. He gave me a few strokes while letting me sniff it and try chewing it.  And it didn’t hurt.  So I tacitly accepted it as well as a couple of treats. Then he moved on to a  steel comb, and other then a tug now and again, it didn’t hurt either, and the treats kept coming. Then, while brushing me, he started rubbing me with his electric razor.  He wasn’t shaving me with it, just rubbing it over my body.  I think he is doing it because it sounds like Trish’s clippers (well, maybe a little) and he doesn’t want me to be afraid. I took exception to this of course, until, while still running, he laid it on the desk with a treat right next to it.  I sneaked up on it and was able to snatch it.  Then he did it again, but he put it on the far side so I had to reach over to get it. I was hesitant,but I did it. Now he has been brushing me every other day and I look forward to the attention and the treats. No big deal. I have him right where I want him.

Bob bought me a new harness with my name on it.  I didn’t like it at first, but I’ll have to say that once I got used to it, it wasn’t so bad.  Better then having the leash attached to the collar around my neck.  Just wait until that little beagle sees me.  Oh yeah, baby. I’ll try to show it to you in a future post if I can get Bob to take my picture.

I guess that’s about it for now.  Thanks for tuning in. And to all my still homeless friends, hang in there, things will get better.

Signing off now

Paw Prints



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9 Responses to Kramer’s Korner

  1. Kramer, watch your figure, sounds like Bob buys treats in bulk.


  2. quiall says:

    You are training your human well Kramer!


  3. scifihammy says:

    So happy to hear you are settling in even more, and training Bob just right! haha 😀


  4. He’s doing a good job training you. LOLOL


  5. says:

    Kramer, just cut Bob some slack, remember he is OLDER than you and set in his ways, you will be able to train him IF you give him some time. He IS a pretty good Joe…err, make that Bob. Always good to hear from you. Take care.

    Sent from Mail for Windows 10


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