Friday, September 12
My mom is typing this for me because she doesn't trust me not to drool on her laptop. Stupid computer. She always has it on her lap, and that's my place!
My bad knee hasn't bothered me much lately, and I'm happy about that, except that Dad still won't let me play fetch very much. I'm thinking of writing Tom Brady a letter and telling him I feel sorry about his knee injury, and I understand how much it hurts and how frustrating it is not to play, but Mom says I should save my sympathy in case a Bears player gets hurt. I hate to say this, but she's kind of biased when it comes to football. Baseball too. I don't get it.
My ear infection is finally better. It was a really deep one. It made my head itch so bad I kept hitting myself with my back leg, trying to knock out whatever was growing in there. Once Mom started putting those horrible, refrigerated drops in my ear, I had some really nasty discharge. Mom says it looked like grey toothpaste. (Which reminds me, would you people tell her that dogs don't need to have their teeth brushed?) Mom says my ear is well enough now that we can go back to cleaning it only once or twice a week. I say forget it altogether, but she's not buying it.
I had a really bad day Wednesday. Mom and Dad used their angry voices with each other for a little while (see yesterday's post), and I got so upset that I stayed on my dog bed, which is under part of the dining room table where no humans ever sit. They hardly ever talk to each other like that, so I didn't like it. I tried to be an especially good dog and be really quiet, but later Dad left our house for a while to go to the "library" and I got more upset because I was scared he wouldn't come back.
Then I did something so bad that I'm ashamed to admit it, but Mom says confession is good for the soul. I went pee pee by the front door. I haven't done that since I was a puppy, and I'm three-and-a-half years old now! I thought Mom and Dad (who had come back by then) were going to start using their angry voices at me. But Mom yelled at the puddle, not at me. (She told Dad she read a book that said to do that if you don't catch the dog in the act.) After she cleaned it up, we all went for a family walk in the cemetery, which I liked, and I was happier after that. I heard Mom and Dad saying they didn't understand why I had my "accident." Mom said she thought I had too many "stress hormones" in my system, but I didn't understand what she meant because all I'd had to eat that day was my regular food.
That night, I was still feeling a little insecure, so instead of curling up to sleep dog style in our family bed, I rolled over on my back and tucked my head under Mom's chin. Nothing feels as safe as having my face right next to Mom's face. And then I snored really loud which is what I do when I want Mom and Dad to know I'm feeling emotional.
They laughed and said I was a funny dog who was neurotic and spoiled. But I don't think it's funny that I love my people so much I want them to be happy. Do you?
Anyway, everybody was happy yesterday, and I didn't have any accidents, and nobody used an angry voice except when I barked at the UPS man. Dad yelled at me for barking, but I'm used to that. Sometimes I feel these giant-sized emotions that are too big for my chest, and I just can't hold them inside even though I know I'm supposed to. I bark and bark, and then I feel ashamed afterwards. I guess maybe that's how Mom and Dad felt Wednesday.
So that's what's going on in my house. I hope everything is ok with you. And if you haven't got anything better to do this weekend, come on over and play with me. I like playing fetch, and Dad might bend the "no playing" rule for visitors.
Smokey
20 comments:
Smokey- I always love reading about you, so I am so delighted to read something written by you!
You are one wise and loving dog, that is for certain.
Thanks for sharing with us.
Who is neurotic???
Aw, Smokey, you left the puddle by the door. That means you WANTED to go out, you got as far as you could before that ol' door got in the way!
Awwww!!! My pup does some emotional pee-pee, too.
How cute!
I'm glad you big kids are doing OK....
Dear Smokey,
I enjoyed your post as much as a dog can enjoy a post. Mom and Dad let me sleep on the foot of their bed, but by morning I always manage to work my way north until I am over their heads on their fluffy pillows. I can relate. But they are the ones who snore, not me.
I will have to tell Mom and Dad about yelling at the puddle. That's a good one.
The only time I bark is when the doorbell rings or someone knocks on our front door. But I stop as soon as Mom and Dad say "Thank you, Jethro" and tell me I'm a good dog, because then I know everything is all right.
I may be from Havana but I'm no hard-hearted Hannah. Oh, wait, she was the vamp of Savannah, not Havana. Silly me.
Your friend in Georgia,
Jethro
Hi Jethro. Thanks a lot for writing. Are you an only dog too?
I wish we could play.
Oh Smokey it is VERY VERY important to brush your teeth. But I hope they get you some better colour toothpaste.
oh my goodness Ruth. One of your best posts yet. So much said in such simple terms. I third person write alot and so to have Smokey tell it all... And it was wonderful. I am glad Radar only snores from the floor beside my side of the bed and NOT under my chin. Grin. These days he too has an earache almost all of the time and yep...that grey stuff...yikes... He is so used to the whole thing he comes and puts his head on my lap and out come the drops and tissues. Hey...a hint. A good friend who has Goldens taught me to use baby wipes (only only with gentle aloe - no astringent) to softly clean the ears of the canine you love. Try it. Radar loves he soothing coolness of it.
Have a terrific day my southern belle
Hi Smokey. I am indeed an only dog. Some people say we ought to be raised in pairs for canine companionship, but then I would have to share Mom and Dad's attention.
I was preceded briefly by a Dachshund puppy named Rudy, which was short for Rudolph Valentino because he was a Valentine's Day present. He lasted all of three months before Mom and Dad found him another home to live in. He was definitely the Alpha-dog type and Dad is the the only Alpha dog in this household.
I also was preceded by a white Poodle named P.J. (short for Pierre Jean-Jacques Dubois) who lived to be almost thirteen. Mom and Dad were so upset when he that they didn't have another pet for four years. Now they tell me I am even better than P.J.
I try always to be worthy of their love, but I still have my uncontrollable doggie moments when I simply must run around the house like a bat out of you-know-where.
It's all in a day's work.
As ever,
Jethro
Smokey, darling, you may be in need of some dog-therapy, but you are good therapy for your people. I wished I lived closer so I could come and add to your spoiling. You have it good, Smokey. Keep loving on your Mom. Hugs from afar.
Smokey,
I enjoyed your post very much, even if you weren't allowed to type it. You articulate very well.
It sounds like you are well-cared for and loved very much! Be thankful every day!! And, don't be afraid and take it personally when the parents use angry voices with each other......their behavior has nothing to do with you. (I speak from experience.)
Smokey, you and your mom have great peace pictures over at Quaker Dave's. I liked seeing you both there, especially with that message.
It's a good job the Atlantic Ocean's in the way, Smokey, because you're so cute I would like to dognap you as a friend for our Flora.
Dear Smokey,
Extra scritches to you from me and Wonderboy (who wishes for a dog someday)
I read this story to our dogs. They invite you to visit Smokey, but it can be scary out in these woods. They promise to protect ya, though I wouldn't trust them not to play a trick on you. They are sneaky ones our pair. LOL.
Aw .. sweet little Smokey!
Yes, indeed you should let your people brush your teeth, my dear. I have seen dogs in so much pain with their teeth, and it can make you ill all over. Ask them to get you some chicken flavoured toothpaste and an electric toothbrush. The Princess loves her electric toothbrush - sometimes she stays upside down for the whole tooth cleaning thing! The Pirate isn't so keen but he allows it because when he came back into rescue, his teeth were soooo bad he had to have most of them taken out! He only has his front teeth and about four at the back, and he wants to keep them!
He also comes to remind me that it's time for his eye ointment at night. He knows it makes his eye feel better, and besides - he gets a treat!
Good on your people for yelling at that bad puddle!! Tell them to get you a Comfort Zone pheromone thingy! That will reduce your anxiety levels!!
I'm glad your knee is feeling better. :)
Smokey,
I wish I could come and play with you this weekend. You are such a sweet dog and it sounds like your mom and dad love you very much.
Chicken-flavored toothpaste! Be still, my heart!
Jethro the Dog
Hi Smokey. we are glad that you are feeling better now.
We would love to come and play with you but Mum tells us that there is this thing called "quarrantine" that they make dogs do. sniff sniff!
love Quinn and Bailey
Smokey is so sweet! I love seeing pictures and reading "his" posts. I think the neurosis comes along with schnauzers. Our mini was like that too.
Hi Smokey, I understands the peepee problem. You were just worried that you had done something wrong and you were afraid to ask to go out...you weren't sure why Mom and Dad were upset, but you just wanted to lay low...and you couldn't hold it forever! To we dogs, EVERYTHING is all about US!! ALL the time.
Woofs and puppy hugs,
Rosie
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