My dear friend Dog,
I was so very pleased to hear from you. I had thought I wouldn’t hear from you again as it had been so long since my last letter to you. You can well imagine my delight when I read your latest letter. (I know I’m not the best letter writer as it sometimes takes me a long time to respond. I’m sorry about that.)
It concerned me when I didn’t hear from you for such a long time, but I figured that you were just enjoying life and had many things (like burying balls and bones) that you needed to do with your humans. It was a lovely thing that fluff did for you, giving you her person’s password so you could get back in touch with me.
I don’t believe I’m familiar with this show “send in the dogs” that you mentioned, but I’m happy that you got to give fluff that gift. And I’m pleased that you’ve read her most of my blog. Please tell her I say hello back.
It thrilled me that the wedding went off so well AND that both you and the ‘fluff’ got to take part. That shows how much your humans think of you. I was pleased to read about your new friendship with the ‘fluff’. I have a feeling that life will be better now that the two of you are friends. It’s also nice to know you won’t have to spend so much “alone time” which can make you very sad if you don’t have anyone you can talk to or play with. Sure, it’s wonderful to play with your human, but they can’t be there all the time. I don’t get too lonely because my mum retired and is always home except for the occasional trips out to the grocery store (to buy food and treats for ME, lol) or to visit her doctor, so I don’t worry about being alone for any long periods of time.
You asked about the seating in the church… why do they call church benches ‘pews’? I know they don’t have a smell cause I asked my Mum. She looked it up and found the actual Google description: Word Origin and History for pew. late 14c., “raised, enclosed seat for certain worshipers” (ladies, important men, etc.), from Old French puie, puy “balcony, elevation,” from Latin podia, plural of podium “elevated place,” also “balcony in a Roman theater”. Mum said this was something she never knew, so it was good you asked Dog. I hope that helps you figure it out.
It sounds like you had a great time mooching off of the guests at the reception. But I hope you could run after eating all those goodies.
I was shocked to read of the attack on the fluff and I was pleased to hear you helped. I must admit that I almost snorted my water out of my nose when I read what you said about the cat making a vertical launch from the middle of the yard and over the fence. We cats ARE athletic and can do amazing things. There are a few of my kind that are not very graceful. I sometimes slip onto the back of Mum’s chair and look over her shoulder at some videos she watches, and she watches some crazy videos about cats AND dogs. Thank you very much for the compliment. We really are an amazing lot, lol. And now you have the Alpha status you wanted. Congratulations!
Now I will tell you about my harrowing experience last month. ‘The Incident’, as Mum refers to it.
She left two plastic shopping bags on the floor beside her chair and I resolved to investigate them. I stuck my head in one, through the handle and when I pulled my head out, the handle was still around my neck. I didn’t know what to do and panicked. I ran around the room because the sound of the plastic was freaking me out. (to this day the sound still freaks me out).
Now by this time, Mum had noticed that I was running around (she said “streaking around the room like a bat of *&$$). She got up to catch me but I was too fast for her. I ended up running into her office but in doing so, I bashed my head on the door frame. That really hurt!
She found me, cowering, in the corner of her office. I was so freaked out by this time I growled and hissed at her. When she tried to grab the bag from around my neck, I freaked out again and struck out at her with my nails.
She didn’t like that and left the office but returned a few moments later with a long stick she used to grab the bag and remove it from me. But I wouldn’t go near her, it freaked me out I was furious with her. So I continued to hiss and growl at her. She left me alone after that and I eventually snuck out of the office and made my way over to the living room windowsill where I jumped up and stayed there for several hours. All this time, if Mum peeked behind the curtains, I would growl and hiss at her. She subsequently got the message, again, and left me alone after that.
I took two days to get over my anger with her and allow her to touch me again. She was apologetic and loving and gave me lots of my treats whenever I asked for them. And most of all, she has promised to never leave shopping bags on the floor, ever again.
I guess that’s about it for now Dog. Sending heartfelt friendship to you and the fluff. Till next time.