The amazing double-coated Klingon

One of our Klingons has more hair than the law should allow. No. 1 swears she has twice the usual amount for the species. No. 1 has to go around the house all the time and use sticky rollers to get the Klingon hair off.

Finally No. 1 she went to the store and came home with a Furminator.

She sat right down on the floor with that furry Klingon and gave her a good going-over. By the time they were done, a tribble had been removed, and the Klingon was so exhausted that she laid down and used it for a pillow.

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I guess the Furminator helped, but there are still those other two Klingons. At least they have the normal amount of hair. And of course I, being a regal papillon, am a single-coated dog and hardly shed at all!

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: April 28th, 2011 under Strange occurrences - 16,894 Comments.

My favorite time of day

There are lots of great times of the day, but my very favorite comes in the evening when the humans start puttering around in the kitchen. When I hear the squinch-squinch sound of the can opener, then I know… It’s Klingon feeding time!

Here’s the thing about Klingons. They’re carnivores, which means they’re supposed to have nice meaty diets. The humans give me dog kibble, which is fun to crunch in your mouth, but it isn’t as juicy and stinky and delicious as food from a can. That’s the kind of food the Klingons get to eat. Well, two of the three Klingons anyway. The third one doesn’t care for moist food and only eats dry kibble, which only goes to show what small brains Klingons have.

Now you might think it’s a little bit unfair that the two sensible Klingons get yummy canned food and I don’t. But I’ll tell you a little secret. I get some of the Klingons’ food, too. Sometimes #2 sneaks me a bite, and sometimes I take matters into my own hands … er, mouth, and dart in for a bite when the Klingons are finished.

Of course, such an exciting event as canned food time demands a song. When dogs get excited, they sing. Don’t you?

Here I am, singing the canned food song.

Here I am, singing the canned food song.

In case you want to sing along, #2 made up some human words to the song. Of course the dog words are better, but the human words are good too. They go:

Canned food! Canned food!
Give me your canned food, do!
I like canned food
So much I’ll bark at you!

The melody is “Bicycle Built For Two.”

One of the Klingons also sings along sometimes, but she meows instead of barking and that just isn’t right at all.

Posted: April 30th, 2011 under Foods, Fun things, The way we do things - 4,427 Comments.

Our floor

We used to have this nice, soft, cushy floor.

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All of a sudden one day, No. 2 starts taking all of our stuff onto the back patio. Okay, this has happened before. Usually it means some humans are going to come in and run a noisemaking thing over the floor. For some reason the humans think that the noisemaking thing makes the floor cleaner. Whatever.

Next the Klingons have to go in their bubbles, because they have no sense and might run away from home from all the confusion. I like this part.

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But then something different happens! Instead of bringing in the noisemaker, this human starts ripping up our floor all to pieces! What’s going on?

It's gone!

It's gone!

These boxes come into the house.

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Apparently, No. 1 and No. 2 decided that they don’t want the soft cushy floor any more and they want a hard, shiny floor. What’s up with that??! Little by little this hard substance is laid down. I’ll stay over here and watch.

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For the last bit I have to stay up here!

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I’m not at all sure that I approve of this change. I liked the warm, soft floor we had. This one looks a little slippery. We’ll see.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: May 10th, 2011 under Strange occurrences - 3,201 Comments.

I do not approve

This new floor is no good. It’s hard and slippery, and it’s holding me back. Why would they do this to me? I can’t even jump up on the sofa! My feet just go all skittery on me.

And the stairs! Talk about slipping and sliding! After trying it a few times, I refuse. Now I just stand at the top or bottom and bark for one of the humans to come and carry me to where I want to go.

That's a long way down.

That's a long way down.

No. 1 got some little soft fluffy floors to go on the stairs. At first I was wary. But after trying it out a time or two, all is well once again.

With the fluffy stairs I am so swift that I blur your camera.

With the fluffy stairs I am so swift that I blur your camera.

No. 1 got some other pieces of soft floor too, so that I can jump up on the sofa once again and also into my crate. Much better.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: May 28th, 2011 under What I have to put up with - 5,138 Comments.

Lots o’ blankies

I have lots o’ blankies.

No. 1 knows what a dog likes.

No. 1 knows what a dog likes.

Some Klingons do not have the sense to pick a good nap spot.

Does that look comfortable?

Does that look comfortable?

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: June 6th, 2011 under Naps - 3,522 Comments.

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.

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.

Nobody here but us teapots.

Nobody here but us teapots.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: June 11th, 2011 under Fun things, Naps, Quilting - 3,599 Comments.

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.

He makes a good pillow though.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: June 16th, 2011 under Naps - 1,265 Comments.

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?

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.

Posted: June 18th, 2011 under Strange occurrences - 2,415 Comments.

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.

Just two feet behind No. 1's chair.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: June 20th, 2011 under Fun things, The way we do things - 932 Comments.

A long car ride

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

Everybody in, and buckle up!

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.

I see you with your camera, No. 2.

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

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: June 24th, 2011 under Car rides, Outings - 4,315 Comments.

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.

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

Posted: June 27th, 2011 under Car rides, Fun things, Outings - 3,960 Comments.

Doggie intelligence

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Did I ever tell you about the time my humans failed the doggie intelligence test?

It’s a good story. It happened a long time ago, back when I was still a youngster and we lived in the old place. You know, the place that looked like this:

old house

Except when it looked like this:

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Or this:

snow

Number 1 was always very proud of me and telling everybody that I was the smartest little puppy in the world. Her friend and fellow dog lover, who had three big clumsy white dogs (you can see one of them in this story), invited us over to take a doggie intelligence test.

So here are some of the things they have you do on a doggie intelligence test. They show you a treat and put it under a cup. Then you are supposed to get it out from under the cup. That was easy. I went over to the cup and did the “papillon wave,” where I reared up and waved my front paws vigorously in the air. The humans laughed, but it works every time. Out came the treat. “He asked for help!” they said. I passed!

Then there was the blankie test, where they put a blankie or towel over you and see if you can get out from underneath it. The white dogs, I’m sorry to say, failed this one miserably. You throw the blanket over them, and they say, “Who turned out the lights?” You should have seen them wandering around bumping into stuff. Their brains are almost as small as Klingons, and that’s really saying something.

I, on the other hand moved with such lightning-fast swiftness that they couldn’t even get the blankie on top of me! Woo hoo! I passed! Now can I get another treat?

Well, you get the idea. Ten tests passed with flying colors, ten treats. Oh, and did I tell you what the treats were?

Dog heaven

Dog heaven

This was a big-dog house, so I got big-dog treats. I had never eaten those before in my life! Yummmy! More! More!

Now we get to the part where my humans failed the test. Number 1 was thrilled out of her mind, of course, because it had just been proven that I was the smartest little dog in the world. But you see, there was just one problem. A small dog’s stomach only has so much room in it, and when you stuff ten pieces of yummy big-dog treats in there …

Well, let’s just say that they came back out again. It wasn’t my fault. Towels were fetched. Apologies were made. And the smartest little dog on the planet went back home with two mortified humans.

By the way, just for fun, here’s a link to another dog who took the intelligence test and didn’t do quite as well as I did … LOL! Enjoy!

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: July 2nd, 2011 under Foods, Fun things, Other dogs, Teenager - 4,518 Comments.

Toy stories

You met Bootsie. Somebody said Bootsie looked like a lamb. He’s not a lamb, he’s a poodle.

Bootsie and the whole gang

Bootsie and the whole gang

I’ll show you each one of my stuffed toys.

Ducky

Ducky

This is a good one. A duck with bunny slippers! Those dangly slippers are so much fun to grab with your teethies and fling around. I don’t know what happened to the eyes of one bunny.

Flopsy

Flopsy

Flopsy is some class of a rabbit and she stays on our bed most of the time. She’s jolly good fun to run after and drag around.

Red lion

Red lion

This lion was the very first toy that No. 1 ever got me. So many arms and legs, and so chewy!

Mr. Bun

Mr. Bun

Mr. Bun, Mr. Bun! Oh, the good times we’ve had. Of all the bunnies, you’re the most fun to beat up.

Mau-Mau

Mau-Mau

No. 1 brought this little guy home from a place called the Magic Kingdom. Mau-Mau is good for biting, shaking ferociously, and tossing in the air. He’s been decapitated twice and had his head sewn back on by No. 1.

Pinky

Pinky

Pinky has dangly feet, which is very good. He lost an ear in an unfortunate incident one day, when it was chewed off by some other dog that came visiting. It wasn’t me, I swear. It was that other dog. Really.

Purple Klingon

Purple Klingon

Aha! Finally I get to show those Klingons who’s boss! Take that, you purple fiend!

Spidie

Spidie

This spider has lots of legs, enabling one to get a good hold for the thrashing. This one usually hangs out under the sofa, where it is also excellent at gathering the dust bunnies.

Original Fetch

Original Fetch

When my humans took me home for the first time, my breeder mom sent me with a toy just like this one. It’s soft and chewy, it has a tail, and it has jingle bells inside it. No. 2 would yell, “Fetch!” and throw this across the room, and I would run like the dickens after it and bring it back.

The fetch is excellent for the hammer toss. The trick is to get ahold of it by the tail and swing it around in circles until maximum velocity is reached, then let it go. It flies like the wind! If you don’t let it go, you get the excellent game of ‘wappity-wap.’ Wappity! Wappity! Wappity wappity wap!

I wappitied that first fetch so many times that it wore out, and No. 1 made me a new one. She sewed it right on her sewing machine while I watched, can you believe how nice she is? She even put the jungle bells in. Then I wore out the second fetch, so she made me another one. The one in the picture is the third iteration. We still call it the Original Fetch, and of all toys, the original is still the best.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: July 4th, 2011 under Fun things - 4,288 Comments.

Bark! The Herald Angels Sing

Remember back when I was young pup, and a tree came into the house? Well, I’m glad to tell you that it happened again! And again. And again …

Now, instead of being a surprise, it’s a tradition. And we dogs are very big on tradition!

Every year, around the time that the nights start getting a lot longer than the days, the same things happen. First a tree comes into the living room. The humans hang all sorts of stuff on it.

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Here are three of the humans’ favorite hang-up things.

See how they look just like our Klingons?

See how they look just like our Klingons?

But naturally this is the very best one.

It's a good ornament.

It's a good ornament.

Then the stockings go up. We don’t have a fireplace any more in this warm place, but the chest of drawers works pretty well.

One for No. 1, one for me, and one for No 2.

One for No. 1, one for me, and one for No 2.

The Klingons get into the holiday spirit, too, in a grinchy sort of way. They have some very strange ideas about how to celebrate. For example, they like to pull the decorations off the lower branches of the tree. And they like to drink the water from the bowl the tree sits in. “Mmmm! Yum! I’ve looked forward all year to tree-sap flavored water!”

Here are the calicoes doing their version of making merry.

Ho. Ho. Ho. Whatever.

Ho. Ho. Ho. Whatever.

Gradually, over the course of two or three weeks, presents start to pile up under the tree, but the stockings always stay empty. And then, one night while we are all asleep, something magical occurs! We get up in the morning, and the stockings are full of presents! It’s the big day!

The first order of business (before breakfast, and before the humans even get dressed) is to open the stockings. Here I demonstrate the proper technique:

I'm helping.

I'm helping.

My stocking is the best, with lots of things that dogs appreciate, but No. 2’s is usually pretty good, too. It has a lot of sweet things in it. No. 1’s usually doesn’t have anything to eat, except shortbread cookies in honor of her Scottish grandma. It does usually have pieces of fabric for her to make the blankies with. She appreciates that.

Then we have breakfast. and then, it’s time for the presents under the tree!

When we were all much younger, the Klingons used to open their presents, nice smelly Klingon-nip toys, and then proceed to flop on their sides and act goofy for awhile. Now, though, they don’t even act like they’re interested, and I usually have to open their presents for them. I tear into the paper with my teethies and rip with my paws until I have gotten the thing uncovered. Klingon-nip is okay, but it’s no substitute for a nice yummy dog treat. That’s what’s in MY present!

After we unwrap the presents, No. 1 starts making a glorious Christmas feast! And when we sit down at the table, that’s the best part of the day, because as we all know, Christmas is all about eating.

I'll have a drumstick. And a wing. And a big hunka white meat...

I'll have a drumstick. And a wing. And a big hunka white meat...

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: July 11th, 2011 under Foods, Fun things, The way we do things - 2,906 Comments.

That Place

Okay, today I’ll tell you about That Place.

I think every dog has a place like this. I see Klingons there too. We used to go only once or twice a year, but now it seems like it’s more often. I don’t really appreciate it. When our car turns onto the street where That Place is located, I start to get a little nervous.

Here I am following No. 1 through the front door. Note that my tail is down.

No waggy tails for visits to That Place.

No waggy tails for visits to That Place.

The first thing they have you do is get on a shiny cold metal thing. Who wants to stand on a shiny cold metal thing with bare feet? Not me. Still, they only make me do it for a few seconds. Then they say something like, “6.3 pounds,” and I can get back on the floor.

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Next we go back to a little room with another shiny cold metal thing for a table. A nice human with a concerned face comes in. No. 1 or No. 2 puts me up on the table, and then the Examination begins.

I don’t have any pictures of this part, but the nice human with the concerned face puts a shiny round metal thing on my chest and listens. Then she puts a plastic thing in my ear and looks. Then she tries to pull back my lips and look at my teethies. Oooh, I do not approve of that whatsoever. I squirm and thrash! Nobody looks at my teethies!

And then the worst happens. She starts putting things in places where I didn’t even know I had places. At this point I’m just praying for it to be over soon. Usually it is, after just a few minutes.

Sometimes, though, No. 1 and No. 2 leave me there for a longer time. This part is really weird. The That Place humans take me back into another room, give me a little pin prick that I can barely feel … and then suddenly I wake up and it’s later! My mouth feels tingly, and my teeth feel really smooth and clean. And then I hear my humans’ voices out in the lobby. Another nice human carries me through the door, and there are No. 1 and No. 2! I start squirming again, only this time it’s a good squirm. It’s the “I get to go home!” jig.

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MUCH better. One of the good things about being a little dog is that I can sit on the counter, above the hoi polloi, while No. 2 talks with the humans behind the counter.

This is my view.

This is my view.

Those crunchy biscuits in the dish are really good. I get to take one home with me!

As you can see, they really try hard to make us feel comfortable. I’ve seen lots of other animals in the waiting room at That Place. The ones coming in often look a bit under the weather, and the ones going home usually look happy and better.

So That Place is really not a bad place. It’s just a place that I would really rather not be.

Woofs,
Willie

No. 2 here: Many thanks to Dr. Kawano at Harbor Vet, for all her care for Willie over the years.

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Posted: July 16th, 2011 under What I have to put up with - 4,379 Comments.

No. 1 makes books, did you know that? A friend of hers makes books too. Here’s one of hers.

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And can you believe it, this friend lives with a papillon too? Here we are all together.

The red-haired beauty is Wuli.

The red-haired beauty is Wuli.

No. 1 got ahold of this book and saw that her friend had made a ‘barkmulke’ for Wuli. So of course she decided to make one for me too.

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The hat's okay but did I really have to wake up out of a nap for this?

The hat's okay but did I really have to wake up out of a nap for this?

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: July 18th, 2011 under Other dogs, What I have to put up with - 5,689 Comments.

Helping with the newspaper

These days I’m more of a lap dog in the wintertime… you know, when the weather is chillier. Laps are warm so they’re very good at that time of year.

One thing I like to do in the cooler weather is to help No. 2 read the newspaper every morning.

Anything exciting?

Anything exciting?


Slow news day.

Slow news day.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: July 20th, 2011 under Naps, The way we do things - 4,390 Comments.

She’s gone

You remember my bestest Klingon? The one that was the first to decide that I was all right with her?

I'm not worried about this one.

I'm not worried about this one.


When I was a young pup and new in the pack she came up one day and started head-butting me all around the room. At first I wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but eventually (there were no claws involved) I figured out it was okay.

A friendly game of tug.

A friendly game of tug.

Well, that Klingon has gone and disappeared! I never see her around any more.

This is the last picture we have of her.

In the linen closet with her sisters.

In the linen closet with her sisters.

The day she went away, No. 1 carried her into the car in her arms. They said that for her last ride, she didn’t have to be cooped up. She wouldn’t have gone anywhere anyway. She was having a lot of trouble standing up. No. 1 says that she was about a hundred and twelvity-five years old.

When they came home, No. 2 was boo-hooing, in a way that I’ve never seen him before. I didn’t really understand why he was so upset, but a dog doesn’t have to understand some things. A dog knows his humans. I gave him a kiss and he said that made it better.

It’s too bad. If you have to live with Klingons, that one was the sort you want.

Woofs,
Willie

In Memoriam Chutney, 1990-2009

In Memoriam Chutney, 1990-2009

Posted: August 3rd, 2011 under Strange occurrences - 5,834 Comments.

Riding high

No. 1 and her buddies all got together and made a blankie. They brought it over for us to see.

No. 2 was called to hold up one end. For some unfathomable reason he thought it would be a clever idea to hoist me up over the top of the blankie while a picture was being taken.

Yes, very funny. Are we done?

Yes, very funny. Are we done?

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 6th, 2011 under Quilting, What I have to put up with - 7,836 Comments.

A Klingon Named Trouble

Things have changed since our pack lost a member. The other two Klingons started to hang out with each other a little more.

Klingons at Work

Klingons at Work

It may not look like it, but this is amazing. These two never really snuggled up together before. They always snuggled up with their sister who left us, who was the Great Conciliator. I guess Klingons can change.

Believe it or not, Klingons actually do have different personalities. I’ve told you about the friendly one, the calico who just left us recently.

The other calico is a different story. She is the Klingoniest of all the Klingons. I already told you here about how she treated me at first. Things got better (see “Detente with Klingons”) but we still have conversations like this one.

ME: Bark! Bark! (Do you really need to occupy the whole staircase so that I can’t get around you?)

HER: Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh (Klingons rank higher than dogs, so you’ll just have to wait.)

ME: Bark! Bark! Bark! (Get out of the way you dumb Klingon!)

HER: Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh (Make me you stupid dog.)

ME: Bark! Bark! Bark! (I’m calling the humans to come and get you!)

HER: (as No. 2 picks her up): (Dang! I was winning.)

The humans have some funny name for this Klingon, but to me her name is Trouble.

Uh-oh. Get me out of here.

Uh-oh. Get me out of here.

Why is she Trouble? Let me count the ways.

Trouble on the Roof

Trouble on the Roof

Trouble in the Dresser

Trouble in the Dresser

Trouble Tries to Defenestrate

Trouble Tries to Defenestrate

Trouble Thinks She's Hiding

Trouble Thinks She's Hiding

But probably the worst, the very thickest travesty of all, was one time when I had a biscuit on the bed. I wasn’t quite ready to eat it yet, but I was keeping an eye on it, as a dog does.

The cheesy ones are one of my favorites.

The cheesy ones are one of my favorites.

Trouble approached my biscuit. Of course I acted instantly, moving to guard my treat against her evil intent. She did not care for my actions. In the ensuing tussle, the Klingon fetched me a good swat.

After that, No. 1 looked at me, hollered “Winky eye!” and took me to That Place. Dye was dripped into my eye and a strange black light shone on it. Yes, the Klingon had given me a scratch on the cornea.

Then I had to have goop squeezed into my eye twice a day for awhile. In my estimation, this whole incident was entirely unfair. When a dog has a biscuit, it’s sacrosanct. There’s no coveting it, there’s no approaching it… and when a dog defends his biscuit, where’s the fairness in attacking tender eyes with razor-sharp claws?

Despite all this, for some reason Trouble has stolen No. 2’s heart. Go figure! I guess some guys (not me) are just suckers for a pretty face.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 10th, 2011 under What I have to put up with - 4,698 Comments.