Dog dialogue: Precautionary strategy
November 20th 2010 07:12
Scratchy: Did you see that? Did you SEE that!
Daisy: What?
Scratchy: Big Boss locked me out of the house! Put that sliding thing in the dog door so that I couldn't get in.
Daisy: Well, you were whining outside his bedroom door.
Scratchy: Of course I was. It was breakfast time.
Daisy: Scratchy, it was 5am. That's almost two hours before breakfast.
Scratchy: There's always the chance he won't wake up in time. It's a precautionary strategy. Hey, did you hear that? I know how to use big words like precautious.
Daisy: Yes, well. Anyway, why do you do it? Especially on a Saturday morning? He works all week to get the money to buy all the food you eat - if that's the correct word for the way you vacuum your way through dinner - and then you won't let him rest on a weekend morning.
Scratchy: I was hungry.
Daisy: You need to be careful. One of these mornings he'll come out of that room and do more than chase you down the passage and lock you outside. His face this morning was the reddest I've seen it. One day you're going to get a foot up the backside.
Scratchy: Don't you worry about me. I'll be precautious.
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Comment by TanyaMary
I'm with you on that one. We dogs can't be too precau, precaushun, precareful, when it comes to our mealtimes. What if, dog forbid, they forgot one morning, that would mean a whole day of STARVING. My guts couldn't take it. Especially on Super Sardine Saturday. My missus doesn't close the bedroom door 'cuz I know this is "OFF LIMITS!!!" except on weekends when I hear them talking it is time to go remind them, with a gentle nuzzle with my cold, wet nose, that there are other, very hungry, four legged people in the house and it's not all about them. I even think Beyleigh agrres with me.
The whole idea of it has made me hungry.
Woofs for now
Lynx (in Melbourne)
Comment by Chris Champion
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Can't tell ya what a relief it is to have someone who understands. Fat lot of sympathy I get around here. For a greyhound, Daisy is so, so, so human sometimes.
Oh okay, maybe that's a bit harsh, but she just doesn't understand. She says I eat like a vacuum cleaner. Well she eats dinner like someone trying to set a world mashta, mastocu, masticry ... chewing record. You have no idea how long I have to wait before she finally leaves the bowl and I can see if she's left any.
Nice weather today, wasn't it. I worked on my sun tan for a while.
Wags,
Scratch
Comment by TanyaMary
It was a great day to be a greyhound today. We went to play with our friend, Jessica, this morning. I'm beginning to think, though, that this is just a ruse to get me to have a bath. Our friend Storm couldn't make it 'coz he had a bit of a barny with his friend Commander. After my bath though it was great just laying in the sun, drying off (you may have heard about my little problem with the dryer). Then the mister took us to the beach. I love the beach. There are always little dogs to bark at and dead things to roll in (or eat when no-one is looking) So, today was the best day ever.
Woofs and wags
Lynx
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I heard the Bosses talking yesterday and it appears Little Boss has booked is into a Doggy Pamper Place of some sort, where we are to get washed and who knows what else.
Big Boss laughed and called it a spring clean. He can laugh. This time last year he gave us a bath in the back yard. With cold water!
Little Boss said she had told the Pamper People not to use the blow dryer on Daisy. She'd have kittens.
I'll let you know how it goes.
S
PS Message from Big Boss: he'd like to know which beach you go to run around on. I think he wants to know if it's secure - there's a feeling that Daisy can be trusted off the lead, but I can't. This mistrust, I have to say, hurts me greatly, even if it is completely justified.
Comment by TanyaMary
Unfortunatly, it seems that I cannot be trusted either. I have never been for a walk "off the lead". Wouldn't even know what that feels like. We just get a bit of free reign on the way out to sniff and reply to wee-mails as the boss strolls along, then we get dragged along on the way back. We go to Altona beach. There's lots of seaweed to sniff and Beyleigh tells me of the odd treat she has found there, not that I've found any...yet. But I keep looking.
The hoomans are trying to find a secure safe place for us to go for runs but haven't yet found any.
Lynx
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We used to live in Maidstone and we would take the dogs several times a week to Martin Reserve, at the corner of Essex and Blandford Sts, West Footscray. It's large and completely enclosed.
Technically, of course, you're still not supposed to allow greyhounds off the lead, but there was quite a little community of greyhounds at that park, especially on Sunday mornings, and every one of them ran free. As they should.
Maribyrnong Council is planning a similar dog park in a corner of Yarraville Gardens/Hammer Reserve, at the corner of Whitehall St and Somerville Rd, Yarraville. Not sure when that is due to be completed.
Little Boss and I regularly walk along the Williamstown-Altona beachfront, and we have long planned to take Scratchy and Daisy to the dog beach. Must, must do that one day.
Hugs and cuddles,
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Comment by TanyaMary
I really enjoyed reading Scratchy's first post. He looks so polite and proper in that picture. Nothing compared to the images we have now of a dog that owns his space.
When we got Beyleigh we knew she could run fast and enjoyed watching her zoom around the back-yard. Since we got Lynx, however, he has put a new spin on the definition of fast. Our yard just isn't big enough!!!!
Maybe we'll see you there one Sunday morning, and we'll bring our doggy friends Jessica and Storm too..
Thanks for the smiles
Tanya
Comment by heidiclyde
We're back frum ther big smoke. We had er bonza time with Amber, had ter get ter bed early but so's I got ter her bed fust, ut were bettr'n mine.
Goin fer walks with Amber us fun, yer goes dahn ther road an inter ther park, dun haf ter stumble ova ther stubble or through ther long stuff ther horses an cows eat, everythin's smooth as er baby's bum.
Yer know, ut's good oh havin ther orchard ter run in but you blokes get ut good too. Like this beach thing. I went on a beach once, when we took Rosco to live with ther wrinklies ut Elliston, ther beach wus just dahn ther road, ut were tops ter walk on, all crumbly between me toes an Heidi would'a reckoned ther smells wus Christmas on er stick. Here yer'd need er garbla packed lunches an er water bag ter get there.
I reckons you blokes uv gut ut good, bein able ter meet other Greyhounds an that, ut least we gets ter vet ther foster hounds, some uv them us nothin ter write home abaht but a garbla them uv been bloody beaut.
Hey Lynx, Big Boss said as how yer lived ova ut Merica where they dun unnerstan' me lingo, so what yer doin in ther same place us ol' Scratch?
Geeze I'd give er paw an er leg ter be able ter go jaggin with yer an ol' Scratch.
tail wags,
Clyde.
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Haha, sorry, feeling frisky because it stopped drizzling and we finally got to go out and check our wee-mails, as Lynx puts it.
I think Lynx and her mob were in America for a while but are native Melburnians and safely home now.
You made some interesting points about the plusses and minuses of both urban and rural living. We've always been in awe or your orchard, but you're right that the socialisation things is a big evener. Lynx and I must have smelled thousands of more bums than you country dogs.
I heard Big Boss say he's going to order some coats for Daisy and me from your Missus. I want mine to say "Please note, big eater" but Big Boss just wants it to say "Scratchy". Honestly, he doesn't care whether I'm skinny or not.
Sniffs and wags,
Scratch
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D'yer wunt me ter chuck er wobbly ut yer or what? Clydy-wydy? whut's thut fer er name? Whut er load uv ol' cobblers! Yer give me ther right stirks, no kiddin! I tell's yer whot, yer try er lamb brained trick like that ergen an yer'll get er kick up ther khyber.
Heidi ses I'm not ter go off me block ut yer becus thuts ther sort uv thing livin in ther city duz ter yer, can't say's I've noticed ut in Amber but. Heidi ses ter get on with ut an tell yer abaht ther jackets.
Ther Missus wus takin' picshurs uv Heidi in her smart jacket terdie an we went prancin dahn a big street in ther big smoke in them on Sat'dy with lots uv other Greyhounds in er Christmas Pageant, we dus ut evry year, ut's bonza, lots uv bum sniffin an stuff. Mostly we wears Christmas jackets with bells on but we wuz late an they'd run out, I reckons thut ther Missus 'ud better make a few more fer next year.
Yer know Scratch ef yer gets 'big eater' on yer jacket ther laugh'll be on you. Ther Missus has one she puts on ther big black foster boys an ther hoomans allus laugh ut it. Ther boys get real narked,they're all laired up in their best bib an tucker an all ther hoomans can do is read whut ut ses on ther jacket an laugh ut em. Yer know, I'm not all piss an wind, I sees stuff an I sees thut ther hoomans allus crack up ut Heidi when she cadges scraps, right narna she looks too when she dus ut so's yer can't blame 'em. So's yer might wan'ta give yer "Big Eater" idea ther big heave ho, mate.
Dun do nuthin I would'n do,
Clyde.
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Cobber, mate, digger, pal - I'm sorry. No idea what I was thinking. Maybe I was suffering particularly strong hunger pangs or something. I feel a real dingaling.
But you cheered me up with the Big Eater suggestion. As they might say where investment bankers gather, laughter is a negligible downside in an optimisation of opportunity scenario in the provisioning sector.
Perhaps the coat could have a second line saying "Please Feed Me".
Sorry again Clyde. No growly feelings I hope,
Scratch
Comment by heidiclyde
First yer calls me a berko name, then yer rattles aht ther big words like er Galah with ther collywobbles. Yer know what? I thinks Heidi's got somthin' when she ses livin in ther big smoke dus funny things ter'ya.
I reckons youse'd better get ther big boss ter stick'ya in ther trailer whot took Roman ova there an cum an live in th'orchard fer a bit. Cripes, hope ol Roman int gettin ut bad too.
No growly feelins, but hows abaht yer takes a garbla bex an has a nice lie dahn?
Clyde.
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Do Bex come in different flavours? Can I have more than two?
Comment by heidiclyde
Heidi ses yer incorrr sumthin, ut ends in bull.
She ses thut yer gonna end up lookin like ther toad what's got it's picshure on ther side uv yer blog (pictures of Pac Man Frog, ed) an thut yer gonna die young.
I ses sorry mate I dun hev a clue whut Bex are, ut's just whut yer do when yer starts actin the goat.
Yer mate Clyde.