Bark some more.
Find the bread I buried last week, bury it again.
Bark, roll around, find my ball, bark with ball in my mouth.
Chase flies.
Lose my ball, bark, find my ball again.
Stagger up the stairs to do some more barking.
Sprinkle my “magical fibres of joy” in selected areas and finally… stash said ball in unsuspecting human shoe (with extra slobber).
This is what boredom looks like.
It’s been several days since mom left to go look after Granma in Cape Town.
At least she left me with my stuff – my boys Luan and Charl, Alpha and Em, but let’s just say, I’m a tad bored now.
They all just sit staring at those boxy things.
There’s even no joy in terrorising Ralph any more.
However, I am one persistent doglet,
I have found a new way of using this boredom and no mom to my sneaky advantage.
Carrots glorious carrots!
If a dog’s wealth was measured in carrots, I would be one wealthy sausage!
So! For my fellow furry friends out there, consider this a tutorial on owner manipu… er… schmoozing.
Step one – find the target.
Most of these boys don’t bat an eyelid but Em is a complete sucker.
As soon as I hear her plodding down the stairs I get into position.
Step two – assume the stance.
I smoosh my furry bod onto the tiles, ever so subtly looking up at her (so my eyebrows go all squished together) and then just as she turns the corner I let out one big sigh.
Step three; reap the rewards;
“Awe fudges, are you so bored?
“Where’s your ball?
“Do you need a tummy rub?
“Do you want a carrot?”
Bwhahahaha, I swear she falls for it every time.
The best part has got be dinner time though, when they all head to the table and start eating I slink under Alpha, straight past Luan and Charl, and make a bee line for Ems’ toes.
I plonk my furry butt down, flatten my ears, give her a bit of a lick and then arrange my fearsome fangs in the most beautiful smile…
“Awe fudges you are so cute!
“Don’t worry I will leave you some of my dinner.”
Pffft! This is almost too easy.
She even gives me pots to “clean”.
