It seems I'm in 'The Him's' bad books again too. He had not changed the contents of my litter tray when I wanted to go and I was forced to use a mat in the hall. Terrible reaction as though it was my fault ! There were no open clearways for me to reach the garden either. I'm a superior and did what I had to do. Anyway , it's a good lesson for him to be quicker to see to my needs.
Out and about in the light I was looking for the gang and came across a newcomer to the village. He was just passing through and though I don't usually talk to dogs I could see this one was unusual. I asked his name and with an accent that shows he's not from my country he told me 'Wise-guy'. I was going to swipe him across the nose for his cheek when he told me that was his name and spelled it for me. Waiskai, but it sounded a little like wise-guy tome so that's what I'll call him. He told me very interesting stories about his Longlegs whom he calls Janet and Don but I can't repeat them here. He said his 'The Her' loves chocolate and hugs though. Strange breed these longlegs, mine are like that too usually.
I didn’t find Ginger and the others in the end so I went home to eat. 'The Him' had prepared me a dish of turkey which Wiseguy said he gets at something called 'Thanksgiving', it was very nice. Maybe I'm just a little sorry about his finger now, but it's not my fault that Longlegs have blood so near the surface.
After eating I decided to rest. The small brother one of my 'The Him' arrived with a roar and made me glad I was inside. Now it was a race for the sitting place. Sometimes I let him sit near me, even on the edge of my seat but today when he tried I thought he wanted too much room and just put my claws ou as he edged downwards towards me. He soon moved, rubbing his bottom and looking askance at me. His own fault for trying to sit where I am but I suppose it's partly mine for letting him do so sometimes. He was grouchy after that, telling my 'The Him' I should be put down. He didn't say where though but I hope it's somewhere nice as there has been rain again.
The end of the light and time to rest now. I shall go sit on he chest of 'The Him' and stare at him for a while before settling down on his tummy, It may be that I've decided to be nicer to him, but I want hin to know that I am his priority , after all, it's what he's here for.
what a cool superior
Thanks so much for mentioning our meeting. I'm really glad you decided against swiping my nose with your paw since I just had 6 front teeth pulled. I guess the worst part of it all is...I now whistle when I run! My Longlegs send their best to you and tons of hugs and chocolate to yours. ~Wise-Guy~ aka Waiskai
I am pleased to meet you, Waiskai. A wise Superior knows that dogs can be as well trained as any Long Legs. I have once known a very large and gentle dog in a distant country called Arkansas, whose name was Jake, who was the true friend of four cats. Each night as the Long Legs settled to watch their moving pictures, Jake plopped himself in his own warm special corner. Each cat took a turn to touch noses with Jake, then move away toward the Long Legs and jump on their laps or the arms of their chair. The fourth cat always settled between Jake’s huge paws, Jake gently put his head on him, and all the animals went to sleep peacefully.