Kind of gross . . . to people.
Hi there. Today I'm talking about cleaning my people's faces. I know. It's kind of gross to most humans. But it's my way of showing love...or that's what they think. Recently, I've become more aware of human food. There's my really good food, but the humans have a LOT of stuff in the refrigerator that I don't get to eat. I've tried to tell them that I want it, but they can't understand me. So, I came up with a plan for smelling it anyway. I lick their faces and wow, I get a real nose full of what they've just eaten! It's great! Kind of like a stinky pizzle stick. But, I have to lick instead of chew. I have to remember that. I can't make that mistake.
My friend visits me after dinner
Bonjour. Every single day, my friend comes to visit me after dinner. He brings his string and bamboo stick, and gives them to my people to hold. He attaches his head to the other end, and then he flies through the air, or races along the grass daring me to chase him. This is great happiness to me. I could do this all day, if he wanted to. I guess he could stay overnight, and we could start again in the early morning. Stopping for eating, drinking, and cookies. But after about an hour, he has to go home. He leaves through the front door and I don't know where he lives. But I usually know when he's coming over. I wait by the front door when it's about time for his visit. I hope the coyotes don't get him!
Bonjour again.
This first post is all about . . . us. Again. Or, really all about what we are doing here. But this time it’s a blog. And we will do a new post soon. I promise. Really.
Anyway, we’re terriers. That means we are tenacious about everything. So when we get an idea, we follow it through. All the way.
We like to communicate. We talk, but it’s not working with our humans. They don’t seem to understand us. So we’ve taken to mental telepathy. You never know what you can do until you have to. Well, one of us (me) can think in pictures, and the “other one” likes to bark. A lot. So we hit on the idea that it might be quieter to write. We have to communicate, right? So we have these pictures that need words. Your words. He can’t write. Well there it is. The idea is born. I think up a picture and send the thought over to my humans who can draw. I guess we’re a Mom and Pups business. Well, Dad is there too, but I can’t add him to my little joke, so I’ll just mention him. Simple, right?
We live in the Desert Southwest in the US. So maybe we’ll share some of that life with you, but mostly, we are traveling in our minds and drawing all about it. What do you think?