Really, I’m a very good driver

Some of you may not really believe that a dog knows how to drive. (See my last story.) Well, here is more proof.

Looking out the front window is for wimps. I look out the side.

I usually handle the technically complex job of driving the car when the ignition is turned off. Anyone can drive with the motor on, and so I leave that easy part to Number 2.

Nothing like a drive in the parking lot.

Nothing like going for a spin in the parking lot.

Oh, by the way, Number 2 wants you to look at his beautiful new car. He likes how quiet it is, and the fact that it doesn’t have to go to the place with the long hoses and the greasy smell quite as often. But as far as I am concerned, it has the most important thing, which is a good center console in the front seat so that the dog can sit between the two humans.

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: June 27th, 2011

A long car ride

We went on a long, long car ride. I thought I would drive.

Everybody in, and buckle up!

No. 2 insisted on driving and made me shove over. When we go for long car rides, the humans fix up the car so that I can take my place on the center console and my hind legs don’t fall down. That’s good.

We finally got there and it was a great big room with lots of humans working on blankies. You never saw so many sewing machines. No. 1 went to the side room and talked with a nice human friend for a long time. You can listen to their talk over here.

No. 2 and I stayed on the sofa and listened. Finally No. 1 finished talking and came over to sit beside me. I was glad to get her back.

I see you with your camera, No. 2.

After it got dark we drove home. It was a pretty fun day.

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: June 24th, 2011

She’s home!

Back in that other place where we used to live, it was No. 1 who stayed home and No. 2 who went away in the day. When we moved here, it switched around; No. 2 started staying home and No. 1 went away in the day.

Guess what? She quit doing that! Now she stays home and No. 2 stays home, we all stay home and I have a human and a spare ‘most all the time! I highly approve of that.

It’s a good thing, too. You know, I used to hear her car coming and I would bark her home. She must have gone and got herself a quieter car, because it’s been awhile since I heard her coming. Sometimes I don’t even knows she’s in the house until I see her. In fact, just about everything comes quieter these days.

This is where I hang out while No. 1 is working in her studio all day. She gave me this comfy brown fabric and I made a nest for myself here.

Just two feet behind No. 1's chair.

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: June 20th, 2011

Other critters

As if it isn’t bad enough living with Klingons, sometimes a dog has to deal with other kinds of animals. Here’s one that comes around a lot during the summer months. Don’t let his innocent look fool you!

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It’s really a bit thick. These creatures like to appear out of nowhere. I’m just sitting in the living room, minding my own business, when suddenly one of these masked faces will appear at the window. Of all the nerve — just sauntering around my patio as if they own the place!

That is not right! The second I see them, everything else goes out of my mind. I launch myself at the back window and bark with all my might. I paw at the window, scritch-scritch-scritch a mile a minute. You must not be on my patio! It is our territory, not yours!

“Grrrrrr… ROWF! ROWF! ROWF! ROWROWROWROWROWROWROWF …!”

Wassup?

Eventually my mighty and courageous barking makes them go away. I huff and puff for awhile just to reinforce my victory. Once again I have done my duty in keeping the family safe from patio marauders.

Here is another species that comes visiting sometimes. They are much less frequent guests.

Tomato juice anyone?

One evening I was just hanging around out in front, and I spotted one of these guys nearby. I thought that he looked a little bit like a Klingon, except with an extra-bushy tail. He went under a car and I was trying to get a better look at him so I stuck my head under the car too.

All of a sudden, No. 1 caught me up and carried me swiftly back into the house. She carried me up the stairs to where No. 2 was. “Honey,” she said, “what does this dog smell like?”

No. 2 leaned over and smelled me. “Pheeeew,” he said.

You should have seen the fuss then. They marched me downstairs and stuck me in the sink. Number 1 took a bowl of those little round squishy fruits that grow on vines and squeezed the juice all over me!

Now if there is one thing I do not appreciate, it’s having red juice squished all over me. I was pink for a day! I forbade them to take my picture. However, I have to admit that it did cover up the cologne smell pretty well.

Woofs,
Willie

Note from No. 2: I think the car actually got skunked worse than Willie did!
Thanks to:
Janet Kessler for the raccoon photos.
Stephen Fischer for the skunk photo (downloaded from Flickr).
Photos copyrighted by their respective photographers and used with permission.

Edited: June 18th, 2011

Bootsie

The humans took me to Puppy Camp and went away for a few days. Puppy Camp is not as bad as all that, still I’d rather be home. Finally they came and picked me up.

No. 1 kept apologizing to No. 2. Apparently, No. 2 had won a stuffed toy playing something called Fascination while they were away and No. 1 had gone and lost it.

No. 1 went out and when she came back, she had a stuffed toy with her. She showed it to me. “See?” she said, “It’s white and it has pink ears. It’s really exactly the same.”

She gave it to No. 2, who said, “But that was a bunny and this is a poodle.”

No. 1 said, “It was the best I could do.”

No. 2 named it Bootsie and it stays on our bed. Bootsie is the one stuffed toy I am not allowed to bite.

He makes a good pillow though.

Woofs,
Willie

Edited: June 16th, 2011

This blankie is dog approved

No. 1 says that there’s only one thing that I don’t understand.

I'm checking out this nice blankie.

She puts her hands on her hips, looks at me, and says, “You cannot lie on a quilt while I’m quilting it.”

Why not? I’m just doing my job. I am the Quilt Puppy after all. It is my solemn duty to check out each and every blankie, to make sure that it holds all the properties that a dog desires. This is a very nice one, very comfy, and from here I can supervise your activities closely.

“What am I going to do with you?” she asks.