Hi, this is Lucy Doodle, reporting from dog-heaven. I still have a lot to say so here I am, saying it.
My pack had one doggie brother in it and two mommies. I am thinking about my brother right now. More about my mommies some other time.
Here is a picture of us. I can see in my eyes that I don’t feel good there, but that never stopped me from bossing him around.
My brother’s name is Zac Joseph Doodle. Even though he is tall, dark, handsome and a strong young boy, I was always, ALWAYS in charge. He knew that and played good inside knowing that.
I loved chasing him around the apple tree in big giant circles. He would get so excited and scared that he’d run behind the bush in the corner of the yard. The people called that bush Tillie (I don’t know what that means—I think maybe it’s the name of one of my mommies’ mommy). He would dig and dig and be really excited about everything. My one mom got mad about it but I thought it was so funny.
Or he’d run to the other corner by the house and dig really crazy and wild there, too. Like, he would try to dig to a place of sanctuary, freed from my chasing. Ha!
When I was sick, the people gave me less food more often in the day. (Bastards! People, hear me on this: never do that, it upsets us doggies terribly). I would just make a tiny noise sound and he would walk away from his food bowl, leaving me a few nibbles.
I trained Zac well.
We played different. I loved the ball and chasing my mommies with it. He would rather look out the window, scanning the universe for bunnies or something moving out there.
Maybe it’s a boy-thing.
One summer my mommies and I kept playing this elaborate game of badminton with detailed rules, like when I had to sit, who got the point, why I couldn’t eat the birdie, and stuff like that. I always won, anyway. Zac would play with us for about four seconds, get bored, and go smelling for bunny poop to eat.
I taught him about eating stuff, bunny poop or frozen apples or my mom’s vitamins.
Zac taught me about cuddling. Before him I didn’t realize that could be so fun. He showed me how to lean into my mommies when they were on the couch or in a chair. Then they would get all happy and touch and rub me a real lot.
We hung out good during the days without the people. He did what I told him, sometimes pulled stuff down from tall places to eat that wasn’t food (yummy!). He was strong enough to do my bidding.
We had fun.
He’s a little confused and sad now. He doesn’t know why my mommies are paying so much attention to him and talking so loudly and so much. I’m reminding him to relax and enjoy the rubbing.
So—that’s my message today. Relax and enjoy the rubbing while the rubbing is happening, no matter how many legs you have.
Oh, and have fun with your pack. Even if they are not like you and make you mad, they are probably there to teach you how to have more fun, in different and new ways.
That’s my expert doggie advise.
Okay, over and out.
Love to all my four-legged and two-legged friends down there in the snow and everything else there is on earth.
Signed, Lucy Kay Doodle, Dog-Blogger-from-Beyond
