Greetings once again fellow bloggers and readers. Kramer here with another installment of news from the canine kingdom. The picture is of me again helping Bob with the wash. He had told me that I could no longer burrow in the clean wash while he was trying to fold it, but he didn’t say anything about curling up in the dirty clothes before they go in the washer. Bob says I am an anomaly. One day I think I am a Great Dane and the next I think I am a cat. I don’t know where he comes up with this stuff.
I have now been to four obedience classes, and me and Freddie, a West Highland Terrier, have become pretty good friends. The classes are quite demanding, on both Bob and me. As such, I usually sleep in the car during the ride home. Bob and I have been working together at home during the week when it is just us, and I like that a lot better. For instance, in the last few days I have learned the ‘down’ command. I now know stay, wait, come, with me, sit, and down. I didn’t say I always perform them, but I understand what I’m supposed to do if I decide to. When Bob showed Maria that I had learned ‘down’ in one week, she was impressed. She said that Freddie and I were at least one lesson ahead of where her normal classes would be. Both of us were pretty pumped over that because neither one of us thought we were doing that well. We may just ace this thing yet.
As a lot of you probably already know, Bob had to let Scooter go. He stopped eating even though it was obvious he was hungry. That told Bob that it was time for him to travel on ahead. He didn’t say where, but he said he will be waiting for us. We all miss him. The other day Bob and I drove over to the vets where he picked up a box. He said it was full of memories he and Scooter collected over the years. I wanted to see them, but Bob said he couldn’t open it for fear he may lose some. However, he promised to share them with me from time to time. Then, he found a little plaque that had Scooters paw print on it. I guess he wasn’t expecting that and it caught him off guard, because he cried. I hated to see him like that, but I guess he had to do it. And he told me that they were happy tears.
Well, it seems that I am now Persona non Grata at the pub. That’s right. I can’t go in there anymore. I don’t like it, but it is nothing personal. Even the owner can’t bring her dog anymore. Since the Covid 19 thing came along, the pub has not been able to serve patrons inside the building because they didn’t serve food. That was OK when the weather is warm, but no one wants to sit outside in a blizzard. So the pub owners applied for and got a restaurant license and has begun serving pub fare this week. As such, animals are no longer allowed inside as the board of health frowns on that. I really miss seeing my friends, both human and canine and Bob tells me a lot of them ask about me. We still have a little time left to take some walks in the parks and maybe visit the ocean once more, but once the snow flies, I don’t know what we are going to do. I can only watch so much Netflix and reruns on Animal Planet.
I met a new dog walking in the subdivision the other day. He was a little nervous about saying hello, but his Mom says he hasn’t had her too long, so they are still in the ‘getting to know you’ stage. The funny thing was when she asked my name and Bob said Kramer, she started to laugh as her dogs name is Cosmo, just like the Seinfeld guy. Go figure.
Well, I guess that’s about it for now. Don’t want to bore you, like that would ever happen, chuckle. So until next time, keep a smile on your face and a treat in your pocket. And a shout out to my friends still looking for forever homes, Keep the faith. It will happen for you too.
Til next time