I am truly sorry of all the pain and suffering my owners had to go through, but while they were up in Michigan enjoying their summers, I was here with some idiot of a dog sitter having to suffer.
Do you have any idea what it is like to be locked in a bedroom that is only about four times the size of my crate for days unend with little food or water? Talk about horrible! So when there wasn’t much to do, these were a few of my favorite things I liked to do to pass my time:
First of all, after not eating or drinking for a few days, the saltiness of butt sweat on a seat cushion begins to sound and smell quite appetizing. The straps, well they were okay, but they got caught in my teeth, however later on they worked as great dental floss. For dessert, I liked to top it all off with the wood arm rests on the chair, they gave my palate the earthy sensation of being outside playing in the woods (which I rarely had the chance to do this entire summer).
Also, have you had the pleasure of bouncing up and down on a giant inflatable toy? It makes me jump an entire 6 inches higher at the very least! Not only that, but it does break my fall when I do slip. It was okay to sleep on it too I guess. I slept there for, oh about a week I think, it was nice. I think that’s what my owners used it for, they called it something like an “air mattress”?? However the real pleasure came when I sunk my teeth into it for the first time. It was a bit scary at first, it sounded like a cat, which really made me jump to my feet and fight back with all my fury. But once it stopped making the hissing sound it gave me hours and hours of chewing pleasure. It was by far the biggest, mouth watering chew toy I have ever sank my teeth into.
Well being left alone for hours unend things got extremely boring, so I would try to stay as active as possible. Since my dad wasn’t around, playing Frisbee was out of the question. The next best things accessible were these little plastic miniature Frisbees. Though at first I must admit they didn’t look that appealing, once I figured out how to open up the small plastic cases there was a world of fun to be had. These miniature flying discs provided hours of fun. Tossing them up in the air and catching them and sliding them around on the tile like a hockey puck was so amusing I would get caught up for hours playing with the little silverfish reflective discs. Not to mention in the sun they would make all sorts of rainbow colors, my Frisbees don’t do that. I was able to find an entire box of these discs to play with before my “dog sitter” came home. He took away the fun and hid them from me in a closet…. but does he really think I’m that dumb? I found them again the next day when he was out, and proceeded to tear into six complete box sets of them, what a blast!!! He must not have known my dad trains me by hiding my toys and making me find them, this dog sitter what a joke…..
One night I was left alone at the apartment and the doofus who was supposed to be taking care of me forgot to close the door. Since we live in the mountains, an underfed inactive dog will get cold very quickly on a tile floor. So I really had to go back to my basic survival instincts and since my mother isn’t around to cuddle with the next best thing in my arsenal was these bright yellow curtains. I really didn’t want to do it, and yellow really isn’t my color, but I figured if I tore off just the bottom foot and half, my owners wouldn’t notice it was missing….. I was wrong. It did work though for all you dogs out there who need some ideas for keeping warm.
All that being said, again I’m so very sorry I had to put my owners through this, but the guy they had watching me was a real jerk. Since Dave and Kristin have been back my life has been sooooo much better though. I think I am really starting to warm back up to them and they to me. Who can stay mad at me Santa dog? I mean seriously, who would bring there smelly dirty shoes to their owner if he asks me for them? Me Santa.
Who will get my own leash for me if I need to go out and potty? Me Santa….
Who will tell there master they’re hungry, not by barking and begging, but simply bringing him my dish and waiting patiently for him to fill it? Me Santa…..
And when I’m thirsty I don’t whine like other dogs, I get my water dish and wait patiently with it.
Not to mention when my owner needs to blow off some steam and throw around a ball or Frisbee, who is the fastest, baddest Frisbee catching dog besides my mother on this entire Island….. You guessed it….
I just wanted to clear a few things up, I think you might have gotten the wrong impression of me on the prior post. And really Kristin does sound mad at me, but I think in time she will hopefully get over it????.
