Kramer’s Korner

-8263366859135612433Greeting all you Kramerites.  It has been rather an eventful two weeks.  First of all, I have now had two obedience classes, but more about that later.  The big news is what I will call the Great Escape.

A week ago Friday, Bob and I were invited to a backyard pizza party at a relatives house down near Portland.  Since Bob said the lady of the house makes the best pizza, hands down, anywhere, there was no question we were going and, none of the other guests, or the host, had ever met me. 

When we arrived I met their dog Finnegan, a golden retriever.  Nice guy. Very frisky though.  Wanted to play but kept tripping over me.  I, on the other hand, proceeded to survail the fenced yard, looking for the archilles heel that would possibly spring me.   And I found it.  Next to the gate there was a stairway going to an upstairs apartment.  It appeared that, if I jumped up on the end of one of the stairs (which I did) there was room enough under the bottom of the railing to squeeze through (which there was) and run down the stairs and out the driveway (which I also did).  Unfortunately, one of the guards, I mean guests, saw me and raised the alarm.  Shortly there were four adults, two kids, and Finn running anxiously around the neighborhood calling my name.  Of course, I ignored them.  However, all good things must end and after about 15 minutes they found me and I was captured and placed in restraints (my leash).  Bummer.  The picture was taken after being returned to captivity where, as you can probably tell from my expression, I was still mad and was already planning my next escape.  I did like one of the guards wrapping me in the blanket and putting me on the chair though, but I didn’t let on.  Boy, that was a lot of fun while it lasted.

Then there was obedience training.  The first night we did more talking then anything else.  In the area of response to commands, I came in second.  However, there is only one other dog in the class, so you don’t get any ribbons for that.  Plus, the other dog is a little Westie named Freddie and  he is a big show off.  He is about  my age but has had some training beginning at four months. I can’t say I liked him at first and we did get into a little ‘getting to know you’ spat which was quickly broken up, but, between us, we had set the ground rules.

I will have to say the snacks were plentiful, to the point (I can’t believe I am saying this) that I didn’t want any more and just laid down.  The trainer (Maria) told Bob not to feed me before we come to class. This whole thing is beginning to become a little stressful. In truth, I didn’t do very well.  Bob said he was disappointed in my behavior.  He thought it was rude that while the trainer was trying to give us some instruction that I was peeing on the hosta’s. But as I reminded him, it wasn’t my idea to be there and we could always forget the whole gig and go home. 

The next week Bob and I spent a lot of time practicing walking on leash.    I will say that trying to teach me to walk calmly without pulling, close to Bob’s  left side, has upped the anti of treats, but Maria didn’t like the treats Bob was using.  She told him to get some ‘high value’ treats.  Whatever, it’s OK with me.

The second week started out about the same as the first, except that I was hungry.  Freddie and I got along pretty well.  I did better this week, but Bob, not so much.  Maria still did not like the treats he brought.  She wants him to bring things like dehydrated or freeze dried chicken or salmon.  Oh Yeah Baby!!!  Freddie’s mom bought a roasted chicken, removed all the meat, cut it in small pieces and dehydrated it in the oven for two hours.  Once she let me taste that, Bob was pretty much on his own, but I think he got the message. I can’t wait to see what he does.  He is already fixing a special diet for Scooter, a different one for Sophie, and a third for me. I don’t see him dehydrating chicken, but I could be wrong.  I’ll let you know. If he can buy something instead of fixing it, I’ll bet that’s what he does.  I think it depends on how much humility he is willing to suffer at the hands Maria.

Well, I guess that’s about it for this time.  This is Kramer saying keep a smile on your face and a treat in your pocket (Bob has some extras) and, to all my homeless friends, there is a home out there for you too.  It will happen. 

Til next time


Paw Prints

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
This entry was posted in Dogs, Family, Friendship, Home, Humor, Life, Perspective, Pets, Reflection, Relationships, strays and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Kramer’s Korner

  1. scifihammy says:

    Oh my goodness! It might have seemed like great fun to run away at the pizza party, but you had a Lucky Escape – being found so quickly! 🙂
    Try to stick it out at the training, it all helps. As to treats, poor Bob! Hopefully, once you get the hang of the commands Bob can go back to his old treats. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Paul says:

    Had to laugh at this entry, Kramer. Soon you will be ALMOST AS GOOD A BLOGGER AS BOB , maybe.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s