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Making Furry Friends
I apologize for the delay since my last writing – but I have a good excuse. The bipods have forced me into this thing called ‘work.’ While I didn’t know what ‘work’ was – I have discovered I certainly do not like it! Without any asking, they dognapped me, and have me spending my days ‘puppy sitting’ this new canine, who looks oddly like my short-haired doppelganger! The bipods refer to her as ‘Pinot’ which I don’t quite understand, since this is also a word I hear them say often when they are walking around with large glass bottles that generally lead to them being more boisterous and stranger than normal.
Regardless, I have now been forced into their servitude as a ‘babysitter’ and expected to ‘train’ this very young pup and teach her what it is like to interact and live with the bipods. This has not been an easy task, and while I did not enter into it willingly, the little apartment house for fleas (aka Pinot) has really started to grow on me…the fact that she seems to idolize me and wants to do everything like me doesn’t hurt either (I’ve never said I was humble)!
I have done my best to teach her the canine rules: do your business outside on command – each and every time you are taken out, play only with the strange toys supplied bipods (why they think I want to chew on a squeaking stuffed raccoon I will never understand), under NO circumstances do you chew any piece of furniture, shoe, clothing or anything else belonging to the bipods, and above all, show them constant love and affection and make them think you simply cannot exist without them – this is the best way to get them hooked on you and then you will have them at your beckon call!
I think so far I have excelled as Pinot’s teacher, and I must admit, I am quite proud to see her success as my first student. The bipods were so excited with my work that they rewarded us with a day on the beach, where I was able to teach her one of my other favorite skills – digging holes! I know she has lots more to learn, and although I have lots more to teach her, I am now seeing it as less of a chore and more as a chance to spend some fun time with my new friend.
Until next week, give your best friend a nibble behind the ears from me, and remember that good friends always share their favorite rope toy!