Friday, October 9, 2009

Chewy

The new puppy "apparently" has trained me well, or so my wife says. "Chewy" as we have very appropriately named him, has ascertained that if he takes a dump in the house and brings a warm lump of that stuff - forgive me but I am going to call it what it is - a turd - if he brings a turd to my chair I am going to give him a doggie treat to get him to drop his prized jewel. You can tell he's ready for an exchange - his mouth is slightly agape, just barely concealing his offering, and he has this self-satisfied look in his eyes and one of those - you know what kind - grins. I admit that he does seem highly intelligent - you can see it his face.

Yes, it's disgusting, but my wife has pointed out that Chewy has trained me to give him a treat in exchange for his gift of the turd. He usually drags the exchange process out, mouthful by mouthful, and earns 2-3 treats before his latest stockpile runs out. So, it stands to reason that Chewy "could be" a little more intelligent than his "master" (That's Jan's supposition - not mine). I just figure I'd rather not have to get out of the chair to clean up his mess and this way I can just "reach out" and claim Chewy's newest gift for me. Chewy is a strange mix of shih-tzu and cairn terrier - strange, indeed. Must have an extremely large brain to outwit me. However, He does have to wait a few minutes before I'd allow him to lick my face - you know, the nasty mouth - so I'm not so stupid.

snowbank—
stepping into the dog's
earlier deposit

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swirling leaves . . .
the old dog and I
forget our ages


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