Tag: dog

Running with monster.

Dog barking.. huh?..what?..

Eyes open, damm that mutt..

Fine fine.. I will take you out..

Just keep it down, no need to shout…

On goes the leash, out the door..

Plenty of grass, why’d you pee on the mower?..

Time to run, my little buddy and me..

Stoping again? You still have to pee??..

The breeze is cool as we take our lap..

Stop and sniff.. of course.. now you have to crap…

Time to run, up the big hill..

He looks so cute with his fuzz all flying..

Back at the house, man.. my legs kill…

What? Now you want food? Come on little buddy… I’m buying.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Cookie’s big day

I woke up master by standing on him. Once he was awake I demanded he let me snuggle his leg for no less than an hour.

After I was done with him i allowed master to shower and shave. I licked his leg once as he was drying off… just so he knows I helped.

I then demanded a walk.

Master stoped to talk with the landlady. So I slipped out of my leash and made him chase me. It was so much fun! Then I had to stop and poop and he caught me.

I was exhausted from playing tag with master so I took a nap on his house pants.

Then I heard a loud noise. It was scary… so I hid under masters bed.

After I was shure the noise was gone I decided to get some protection in case the noise came back. I am makeing a shank.

This may take me a while.

I was distracted from shank makeing when master suggested a car ride. I love car rides!

I love going places with master.

Oh no! It was a trap! The groomers! Quick master, escape is this way.

Why are you not comeing! It’s the groomer! Run!

I am not happy about this.. oh! Master has returned for me! I love my master.. quick! To the car!

Because he is a good master I allowed him to give me a new bone when I got home…. omg.. it’s made of compressed cheese..

I reward master by snuggling his legs.

The Rain

Rain has been falling all morning,

It is that humid kind of rain that makes your skin feel damp and sticky.

The kind of rain where your not shure if the droplet on your forehead is rain or sweat.

The air feels heavy, like you cant quite get a full breath no matter how deeply you fill your lungs.

Droplets of condensation form almost immediately on the glass as I pour myself an ice tea.

Lemon… definitely going to need lemon.

The grass is damp beneath bare feet as the dog tries to play in the yard.

After a short while he looks plaintively at the door wanting to go back inside.

The little prince doesn’t like to get his paws wet.

Inside he goes strait for the water bowl, then puts his paws on my leg and looks at me imploringly begging for a carrot.

I sit in my chair sipping the cool tea from the wet glass and listening to the crunching of carrot mixed with the sound of rain on the roof.